Sonya - Sonya came by one of those days. When I was alone.
[He swallows. Fuck, does he really have to tell it again?]
She... I told her to leave and I went and laid down on the couch. She got on top of me. I kept telling her to go. She started hitting me. Knocked my pipe outta my hands. I got mad. Like... Like real mad.
[sonya's name doesn't surprise her but the longer he goes on, the more her eyebrows turn downward. she takes a deep breath - she can sense where this is going so she doesn't ask what he did. it would be redundant. ]
[The silence worries him. He feels like he's going to throw up.]
I didn't - I didn't wanna hit back, 'cause I don't hit girls. So I started saying all this nasty shit, talking real dirty, to like... like scare her, so she'd go.
When that didn't work, I -
[He takes a breath and slows his words down by force, since he feels an urge to simply rush through it. Get it done with. But he wants her to understand.]
I grabbed her. I flipped her over. I got on top of her...
She got scared. More scared than I wanted. Started yelling. I got off her right away - I swear to god, I did. I got off her. I dunno what she's telling people, but I didn't touch her other than that. I got away from her.
I wasn't really thinking. At all. I guess that's what I was doing, yeah.
It's not okay. I know it's not. But when I told her I was sorry, later, she told me it was nothing. So I didn't think... I don't know what it was.
But Sonya told Saul, and I guess Saul told Steph I'm a rapist and she's gotta stay away from me, and Steph told me to tell you, too. So I'm doing it. I'm telling you.
[sonya's hostility for him makes sense now - the reasons for his arrest were still stupid as shit, but sonya's carefully chosen words in her post make sense.
but all Lisbeth can choke out is]
You're not a rapist. What you did was fucking stupid and she has every right to hate you for it, but you're not a rapist.
[it's almost like she's repeating it more for herself than for him because she says it one more time, barely a whisper and her throat tight.]
[It's getting harder to control his own voice, breaking as he's crying.]
You don't have to see me anymore. Again. Ever. Whatever I am, it's bad. It's dangerous. And I don't think there's any fixing it, Lisbeth. I don't think I'll ever get better. I can't even tell when I'm doing wrong. And I keep doing it. I shoulda told you a long time ago. All I'm ever gonna do is hurt people. But I don't wanna hurt you.
[the idea of him hurting her has crossed her mind here and there - not physically but emotionally. she didn't want to go through that again. but the idea of leaving was equally as painful.]
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[He swallows. Fuck, does he really have to tell it again?]
She... I told her to leave and I went and laid down on the couch. She got on top of me. I kept telling her to go. She started hitting me. Knocked my pipe outta my hands. I got mad. Like... Like real mad.
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I didn't - I didn't wanna hit back, 'cause I don't hit girls. So I started saying all this nasty shit, talking real dirty, to like... like scare her, so she'd go.
When that didn't work, I -
[He takes a breath and slows his words down by force, since he feels an urge to simply rush through it. Get it done with. But he wants her to understand.]
I grabbed her. I flipped her over. I got on top of her...
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Onto her stomach?
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She got scared. More scared than I wanted. Started yelling. I got off her right away - I swear to god, I did. I got off her. I dunno what she's telling people, but I didn't touch her other than that. I got away from her.
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It's not okay. I know it's not. But when I told her I was sorry, later, she told me it was nothing. So I didn't think... I don't know what it was.
But Sonya told Saul, and I guess Saul told Steph I'm a rapist and she's gotta stay away from me, and Steph told me to tell you, too. So I'm doing it. I'm telling you.
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but all Lisbeth can choke out is]
You're not a rapist. What you did was fucking stupid and she has every right to hate you for it, but you're not a rapist.
[it's almost like she's repeating it more for herself than for him because she says it one more time, barely a whisper and her throat tight.]
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You don't have to see me anymore. Again. Ever. Whatever I am, it's bad. It's dangerous. And I don't think there's any fixing it, Lisbeth. I don't think I'll ever get better. I can't even tell when I'm doing wrong. And I keep doing it. I shoulda told you a long time ago. All I'm ever gonna do is hurt people. But I don't wanna hurt you.
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Do you think you're capable of hurting me?
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[But that's not really an answer, is it?]
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It hurts thinking about either.
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Give.. give me a few days. Please?
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