...uld tell her blood was boiling. "Is that what you want from me, Benson? Well, I can't give that to you. Who says I want you to see the human me?"
I could hardly choke the words out, she was crushing my throat so hard.
She let go of me, stumbling backwards.
"Then fine!" she shrieked. "Fine, so maybe I'm not a total monster. But you know what, Fredward? You don't want to see another side of me. I can tell you right now that you'll hate it. You want to know why? Because I hate it."
That was when I saw it—Sam's walls were starting to deteriorate. I only had to say one more thing, and I knew it had to be said perfectly. One wrong slip-up, and whatever it was that I had with Sam would be over for good.
"Try me. Puckett, try me. See how hard you'll have to try to get me to hate you," I said. Her expression was absolutely murderous, but the words kept shooting out from my mouth. "Because that's what you've been trying to do for years, and it hasn't worked. You taunt me, you tease me, you bitch about me and you've publicly humiliated me, but no matter how hard you try you've never fucking been able to get me to hate you. And I know that bugs you. So, here's your shot, Sam. Go ahead—make me hate you."
There was a moment there where I thought I'd lost her.
The silence tha...