The Target Of His Ire

The first being that he will go out of his way to make my life a living hell, making me the target of his ire. He will dictate terms and set his will towards ruining my time here at college to a worse degree even than when he did in my past, before I was a woman, because unlike then he believes himself he has good reason to do so now.

He won't just be a bully to me, he'll be so much more. Yet that was of a lesser concern to me because Rachel had handicapped his greatest asset: his reputation. He could make my life a living hell, but with his word holding no value he could only really do so much.

That should make it easier to walk away, not harder. Sure, I'd have to fend off his attacks for however many years he was in my orbit, but I could make due with that.

Hell it might even be a benefit. After all it would mean an end to this wonky inconsistency and my unerring tendency to want to fall into his arms. To crave the pain of his attention that makes the pleasure so much more sweet.

Maybe it would mean getting my mind right and giving up on that. It would definitely mean a far less unnerving life. So why not embrace that?

My task given to me.

Closing the door meant closing the door. It meant shutting out Blake and leaving him to his own devices. Letting him chart his own path for good or for bad and right now, all on his own, it would certainly be a life spend circling down the drain towards the latter.

Blake didn't deserve my help. He definitely didn't deserve my pity. I could think of no good reason to want to help him out, to want to help guide him like I was guiding all the others.

Blake Hyde didn't deserve a better life.

But maybe that was precisely why I needed to give that to him.

Help cannot be restricted only to those who you value, who you agree with. Helping an enemy is a selfless act, but it maybe holds more value because of that.

I could run now. I'm faster and more nimble than he is. I could dance around him and bury myself in the crowd and he would know that pursuing me would only make things worse.

But in spite of the fact that he's only looking at me with hatred in his eyes I don't dance away from it. I do the only thing a man like him understands from a woman in a moment like this. I look scared and **** and honestly it doesn't take much. Those emotions aren't far from the truth of my state right now.

"Come along everyone!" boy-Kim calls out, "Follow me through here and we'll get on to the next stop! I really think you're going to-"

"Excuse me?" a quiet voice interrupts, the first one of us to speak up the whole tour.

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