Oh, Dex,”Rebecca chided from beside me, bringing me back to reality. “Put your shirt back on. Are you trying to turn me straight or something?

“I have to live with my mistakes, but I don’t have to regret them. I regret my a…”

“You, ginger balls, you shut the fuck up.”

“Do you think because you can't see my scars that they don't exist?”

“That man would kill for me. He would die for me. And he would fuck me to death …”