Continued...
But I wasn't super successful in dialing down my anger as I couldn't comprehend what came over me but what I did next, I have no qualms about. I felt nothing but hurtful rage as I picked up hand and put all the force I could muster in my palm as I slapped him on the face.
My eyes watered but I kept them at bay. I'm never giving this guy the satisfaction of witnessing my tears and knowing he is the reason behind them.
His face was still tilted to the side which happened -as I would like to believe- by the force of my slap but it was most likely because I got him off guard.
"Not everyone is a sorry ass gigolo like you." I can't even tell if I whispered or yelled those words out. I was just so lost in my head and in trying to keep myself from crying as I walked –almost ran- out of there before he could even turn his face up to look at me.
