Chapter 63

Angry, you hit the eject button on the side of the chair. Something inside the unit whines balefully and you hear a distinct click click clicksound that numbs your soul. The unmistakable sound of a disk caught in the drive.

“Oh fuck, no,” you mumble, smacking the chair.

Your hand comes away stinging like it did when you slapped him. Thatmemory makes you bitter. You hate that you hit him. You’re a bastard and that’s proof it’s still your world and not his because what kind of fucked up idiot would make a person like you? What kind of jerk would want you for his fantasy, someone who doesn’t want to hear the word loveand who’d rather talk with his fists? He doesn’t really love you, he can’t

You lean on the eject button, press it in again and again and again. “Come on,” you mutter, kicking the chair. “Give it back, come on.”