Bess tensed at 'domestic violence,' and bit her tongue. Since he'd decided to waltz back into her life nearly a two years ago (shit--) Bess had dealt with her strange encounters with Chester by just--ignoring him, or avoiding him, or just...She couldn't admit to herself the things she believed Chester had done to her in fear that finding them to be true would completely devastate her.
"He--a few weeks ago," she started, avoiding Drystan's eyes, "I was at this cafe and he...I don't even know, he had the waitress confunded to think I was his girlfriend, and my chair became stuck to the ground and---he talked of going about things the hard way and..." Bess shivered, crossing her arms.
She felt embarrassed, telling Drystan these things. Like she couldn't protect herself from this idiot she'd made the mistake of falling in love with nearly four years ago.
"And I didn't let him dance with me, he grabbed me and...I can't prove anything else," Bess muttered, slumping back into her previous position the heels of her hands digging into her eyes once again.
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