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this to her and I have to hurt them with my bare hands.
    “Get your ass up, you can’t sit here all day being mean to people. Especially when they didn’t do shit to deserve it! It’s not healthy, and you will never be able to leave this place if you don’t!” Her voice. God, that voice could cure any heartache that ails you.
    I just grunt at her because I’m at a serious loss for words. I feel like a caveman grunting at the pretty lady. But her beauty makes me forget what I was going to say. The scar makes me murderous, so it is best I don’t say anything.
    She stomps across the room and I get to see her perfect ass up close. Plenty to grab on to, plenty to give a smack when I’m balls deep inside her from behind. She tips up on her toes as she grabs the curtains and yanks them open. My mouth goes dry when her scrub top rides up a little showing off two back dimples.
    “So, you gonna get your ass up and join us outside of your cave?” Her hands are on her hips as if she is disappointed like a mom would scold her child. The motion draws my attention to her hips, and I want nothing more than to grab a hold of her and not let go.
    “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
    “Sweetheart? I’m nobody’s sweetheart, besides what’s it matter what my name is? As soon as housekeeping is done, you will be right back in here doing whatever it is you do,” she challenges back at me, with a smirk on her pretty lips.
    “Just want to know, never seen you here before.” I’m trying to keep her talking because that voice is like warm honey just dripping in sweetness.
    “You would if you left your room. But seeing how you don’t, I’m Cori, I’m new around here. So since you’re asking questions I will, too. Why don’t you come out your room?”
    I’m thrown off guard by her boldness. I can’t even think of a response. She probably thinks that I’m dumb, which hey, I’m a guy and we all are in our own ways. But words have never escaped me before. I probably look like a fish out of water to her with my mouth gaping open.
    “Ummm, I just don’t fucking like people. It’s not a crime.” There, maybe that will throw her off guard.
    “Well, that’s a shame, because there are some pretty cool old timers here. Have you met Allyn?”
    Yeah, I have met the pain in the ass old man. All he wants to do is talk about his dead wife and tell me stupid jokes. I dunno how long the old man has been here, but he seems to know everybody.
    “Yeah, I’ve met him. Look, I’m not a talkative person, and I don’t have the best attitude, so I don’t leave my room. None of them fucking matter to me, none of them are going to bring my leg back or my friends back. Nobody can add anything to this shit life. So I stay in here because it is better than being in the circus of freaks out there.”
    She looks wounded from my statement. I don’t know why, but if I had my guess it would be because of those scars on her face. I wish, no I need to know what happened to give her those markings. She catches me staring and ducks her head.
    “Well, you need to leave your room so they can clean. If you need something, you can find me in the circus, with the freaks.” With that, she just turns on her heel and walks off. I feel like such an asshole. I should never have stared, but it wasn’t necessarily the markings I was looking at. It was just the beauty of her within that shines through.
     

 

    Circus of freaks? Really? I want to punch him so bad right now. To show him that I am not in a circus of freaks, I am the fucking ringleader!  What an asshole! I have never in my life met someone who is so wounded and pushes people away as hard as him. Shame really, he is gorgeous, and the first thing I noticed on him wasn’t his missing leg, but his eyes. His eyes are haunting, and of the million bad things they have seen, those secrets he will keep.
    But he’s an asshole. The arrogance that he exudes is enough to make me hate him, instantly. I