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Show Woodworth/202 and throws it against the floor, she doesn't move. "Too bad," she thinks. Can that have hurt the plate? Can the plate be glued together? It sounded like it shattered. Something about it being hurt and Ruth being hurt. She didn't break it. She stares at the place in thecdarkness where the first plate broke while Gary pulls plates, cups, glasses and platters out of the cabinet and hurls them in arm fulls on the floor. Will Ruth be angry? No, she'll be upset. Not her fault. Will have to lie about how it happened. Or maybe not tell her at all. Buy a new set? It won't be the same. Gary is breaking all the dishes. Why? Too bad. Too bad. Wine. Candles. When he's through. He must be almost done. Her body is still tensed for more crashing china when she feels Gary grab her and pin her arms behind her. Her eyes are open so wide they feel like they will dry out. Why can't she see. Gary is pushing her shirt up, tugging at her clothes. He's breathing hard against the back of her neck. At least he's making noise. He wasn't making any noise while he smashed the china. That's right. It's a game. It's all a game that he wants to play now. She struggles against him, throwing her head from side to side. Play the part well, so he will like it. It's like mistress. The colors on the inside of her eyelids zip back and forth. I'm going to be sick, she realizes and, simultaneously, "I'm going to be raped." His hands feel clammy against her flesh, and she feels his knee biting into her hip. He throws his body against hers so she collapses to her knees, biting her lip. "Gary, you're hurting me," she says matter-of-factly. He pushes against her again so she falls face first on the kitchen floor. Broken glass? Could get cut. This isn't a game. Not a game at all. Her chini hurts and she can't breathe |
