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IT HAD STARTED AS A SCREAMING MATCH. one side would hurl insults at the other and then the retaliation would come. like verbal machine gunfire ricocheting throughout the home theyshared occupied together. at some point even they had forgotten what had made them so angry with eachother in the first place. perhaps it was because of his drinking. or maybe she had tried to run away by climbing out the window again. ramsay wasn’t sure. they both had plenty of reasons to be ANGRY, too many to count really.
it was when she started THROWING things that he had finally laid hands upon her. successfully managing to evade a small vase that had been aimed to hit his head, ramsay had seized her wrists in his hands, forcing her back against the wall to better manage the writhing. ❛ stop it. just stop it. ❜ he hissed under his breath as he locked his eyes on hers, ❛ just what the hell are you planning to accomplish? ❜
“Hopefully a concussion,” she hissed, her jaw tightening at the closeness of him, though she refused to flee his gaze. She could be just as stubborn, her anger finally turned to boiling after all her time with him. Until now her fear of him had been based in imagination, certain of things he COULD do to her, if the liking struck him, though he never had. He could hurt her if he wanted, but she was done cowering from him.
“You’re an ASSHOLE, do you know that? And I won’t stay here any longer.” Of course the threat meant nothing while she was pinned to a wall, a position she then tested, pulling against his grip on her wrists without success.
