It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

it, I’m on my back and he’s crawling on top of me. His touch is everything
I need and everything I shouldn’t.
His hand wraps in my hair and in an instant, I’m transferred back to
that night.
I’m in the kitchen, and his hand is tugging my hair so hard it hurts.
He brushes the hair from my face and in an instant, I’m transferred
back to that night.
I’m standing in the doorway, and his hand is trailing across my shoulder, right
before he bites into me with all the strength in his jaw.
His forehead rests gently against mine and in an instant, I’m
transferred back to that night.
I’m on this same bed beneath him when he slams his head against mine so hard I
have to get six stitches.
My body becomes unresponsive to his. The anger begins to roll back
over me. His mouth stops moving against mine when he feels me freeze.
When he pulls back and looks down on me, I don’t even have to say
anything. Our eyes, locked together, speak more naked truths than our
mouths ever have. My eyes are telling his that I can no longer stand being
touched by him. His eyes are telling mine that he already knows.
He begins to nod, slowly.
He backs away from me, crawling down my body until he’s at the edge
of the bed with his back to me. He’s still nodding as he comes to a slow
stand, fully aware that he’s not getting my forgiveness tonight. He begins
heading toward my bedroom door.
“Wait,” I say to him.
He half-turns, looking back at me from the doorway.
I lift my chin, looking at him with finality. “I wish this baby wasn’t yours,
Ryle. With everything that I am, I wish this baby was not a part of you.”
If I thought his world couldn’t crumble more, I was wrong.
He walks out of my bedroom and I press my face into my pillow. I
thought if I could just hurt him like he had hurt me, I would feel avenged.
I don’t.
Instead, I feel vindictive and mean.
I feel like I’m my father.