Except, that he was an asshole. Now, you may remember, I’ve mentioned that before and you’re probably wondering how I’d reached that conclusion ...so fast and why. I have an easy answer. It was Liam’s best friend, Amy. Best friend. Okay, I’ll use that term, but I’ll be damned if Liam ever did. He sure as hell never called her that to me. Oh, he had a lot of nicknames for her: like squirt, when he was trying to be nice, and my slave, when he wasn’t. Don’t misunderstand the last one. He wasn’t. Whats that? He noticed I was watching and looked down. A blowjob? Does it feel good? I dunno, its supposed to be amazing. Can I try? He shifted uncomfortably. Please, pretty please? You can teach me. Yeah, but put your hair up so it doesnt get in the way. I moved out from under the desk and grabbed a scrunchie from my room. When I got back, he was laying on his bed with his legs spread. So you dont hit your head on the desk, he explained. Dont you want to watch your videos? Well if Im going to. The fist that the idiot was throwing at me was moving so slow, I was running the risk of losing my vigilance.Finally, it got within range and I grabbed it with my hand, and twisted his arm around to his back with such force, I am positive I broke it good. He cried out in pain and sunk to the floor, looking at his ineffective right arm.The second attacker chose this moment try to kick my head off, while shouting an almost theatrical HAH-YAH! I side stepped, and then grabbed his foot, flipping. "Glue brush," I heard Luke say, as if he were a million miles away."That's a terrible band name," I murmured."Rachel! Glue brush!" He raised his voice, which snapped me out of myfunk."Oh! Yeah!" I grabbed the brush and jar of glue from the hot pot andtransferred it to him, and watched as he worked. It was getting hard tofocus. So much new information to process, so much more stuff I neededto investigate. I had a therapy appointment in two days, and anothervisit with the specialist the week.