"We dated for months and you only put out that one time," his hand was dangerously tight around her throat. "And you've been fucking this guy for how long? That right, I heard about the lawn incident. Who the fuck does that?"
Meka turned her face away from his. Panic gripped her and she knew she had to get away. "I didn't even want to have sex with you that one time, you pretty much made me!" she clenched her fist as tight as she could and with all her might she punched up, clocking him in the side of the head.
"I get it! You didn't want to fuck me then cause we were together." Kekoa wasn't deterred even though his ear was ringing on the side that Meka had punched him. "I thought this was the way sluts liked it! I know you want me!"
"Please Keko, just let me go," her whole body was shaking against him.
"No!" he said stubbornly. He pressed his face against her neck, breathing heavily. "Why won't you just love me?"
She pressed herself as close to the refrigerator as she could. She just wanted to get away from him. "I never loved you," she said quietly. Kekoa pulled his face back and looked at her, hurt clearly painting his face. Without further warning he slapped her hard across the face. Meka felt the sting and tasted blood in her mouth. It had all happened in a matter of seconds, she just couldn't believe how quickly the night was turning out to be another nightmare. Kekoa pulled his fist back for a punch and Meka did all she could. She braced herself for it.