"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.

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/"Isaac./" He reached towards me. I shoved him again. He opened his mouth to speak but I didn't give him the chance. I turned and ran, hightailing it down the street, ignoring the way he shouted after me. I couldn't even see where I was going. Not that it fucking mattered. I was in an unfamiliar town I had no fucking clue where I was going.

I ran until my chest burned and I was well and truly lost. I ran until my head spun and I had to stop, bracing myself against a wall as I puked. The wind lapped at my face. Screamed in my ears. My legs felt like jelly. As I stumbled over to the wall of the nearest building, letting my shoulders fall against it, my chest heaved. Fought for every breath. Trying to rationalize what had happened, I squeezed my eyes shut.

The stupid bitch of a therapy woman had said that identifying my behaviour and when I was at fault was going to be something we would work on. I found myself trying to do it myself.

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