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"It means exactly what I said, you don't own me," Tatum snapped back, slumping her shoulders and leaning back against the tree behind her. She gently rubbed her wrists where Mack had been holding them, watching the girl smoke for a moment. She could smell blood on the blonde still, it was heavy in the air, and Tatum exhaled shakily through her nose, the overpowering scent making her feel kind of queasy. She was glad to be free, she felt less on guard now that there was space between them, but she was still longing for a closeness. Even though Mack was rough, and usually hateful with her, it was still closeness. It was still another body, even if it wasn't a warm one, someone who wanted her. Not many people would want her after all this was over. Her parents, her girlfriend, her boyfriend.. who, more importantly, was her best friend and bandmate. She knew how close she was to screwing everything up.

When Mack called her Tate, the memories of conjured up were immediate, and she quickly stared down at her sneakers as a result. It wasn't an uncommon name, she was called it every day practically, but not from Mack. Sometimes they didn't even speak anymore when they were together, just growls and fights for dominance. The affection behind the name, the images it brought up of afternoon by the lake and backyard weddings, was both painful and undeniable. "I'm not.. that to you anymore. We're past that, right? I'm dead to you, I really fucked you over, right? Well, you left me behind too," she muttered weakly. It was sort of true, she had, her father put such a scare into her that their entire friendship had more or less imploded. She had abandoned Mack, too afraid of her parents to fight it, but Mack had left her too. Left the lake, left everything. She had always hoped, in her heart of hearts, that Mack would come back and save her from Portage lake, but things never worked out like they were supposed to. In ways, she was still waiting.

"We can't do this anymore, this.. whatever this fucked up thing is, us and this and.. all of it. I have a boyfriend, I.. I have responsibilities and I have a lot going on and I don't have time for your macho head games just because you think you have some.. right over me just because you kissed me when I was like ten, we're not kids anymore. I'm not that kid, that little girl, anymore.. and you sure as fuck aren't either. I can't take this.. shit anymore!"

She was breathing heavily, frustration closing in on her. They had both changed, even if they kept getting drawn back to each other. Their relationship, if you could call it that, wasn't healthy. It wasn't good for either of them, especially not now. Mack was the last person she wanted to face when she was dealing with the mess she had made of her life now. Her boyfriend, the baby, her secret girlfriend. Then Mack and whatever this was on top of it. Someone was going to end up broken hearted, and she figured it might as well be the girl who broke her heart the very first time. "I love Mi-- Sam. I love him, and you can't.. come sneaking up on me and just fucking with my head like this, I'm done. Like, fucking done, Mack. I am."