"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

The Little Of Oz Series

/"You're a fucking mess, Isaac Reid,/" Delilah screamed as she flung another mug at me. It missed, shattering against the wall, spraying shards against the checkerboard tiles. Throwing my arms up to shield my face as another followed in quick succession, the pain from the nicks that had caught me barely registered.

/"You bastard,/" came her next slur. Shaky hands clutched around another cup, the supply on the draining board behind her running thin, but she didn't throw it. Not yet. Her arm kept twitching, lifting, threatening, but it eventually fell back to her side. /"You fucking bastard./"

Tears ran freely, burning a path down her blotchy cheeks. Her breathing ran ragging, conflicted between a state of hysterics and hiccups. Misery and anger waged a war across her face. Fought a good fight. Anger won and she launched the glass. It hit my shoulder. Hurt like a mother fucker, but didn't shatter until it met with the floor.

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