"RYAN!" Emily shrieked, voice trembling with fury and weakness. She struggled upright, knuckles white on the sheets. "Shut up! Get out! NOW! Leave my home!" Her face warred with shock, shame, and anger. Turning to me, her eyes pleaded. "David, don't listen..."
Conflict Explodes
Ryan's face hardened, arrogance replaced by offended rage. He stepped closer, almost touching the bed. "Wrong? LOOK at her! LOOK at him!" His arm shot out, finger jabbing accusingly at me, voice rising with contempt. "Sweat in the gym? Fat on the sofa? Chase perfection? Settle for average? TELL ME, EMILY! Why settle for THIS deadweight?!"
The Shove
"OUT!" Emily erupted, flinging the covers back, trying to stand, to push him. Weak from illness, she stumbled towards him, connecting. Ryan staggered slightly. Impatience, or her defiance, ignited him. His arm swung back – not to strike, but a brutal shove. "DON'T fucking TOUCH ME!" he snarled, arm swinging hard.
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