I stand my ground despite my lip starting to wobble and I bite on it to hide it. I won’t back down for the bastard, not when it comes to this. I spent too many years letting others control what happened to my body.

‘’Fuck this shit.’’

Alexi pushes past me moodily, knocking me sideways so I almost tumble over and grabs his shirt from the couch in a swipe of aggression. Reverting to spoiled little man-child and throwing an epic tantrum. He storms to the kitchen and starts slamming around glasses and bottles of booze.

Seems he’s good at making the rules but does not like listening to anyone...