Eric was stunned for a moment.
He raised a hand to his aching nose and touched blood. Starting at his fingers, he looked back at her, "Teddy...,"
"I don't know who you are," She said to him boldly, "Or at least, you're not who I thought you were, at all. Not even for a second. You're just a manipulative, attention-seeking bastard that used everything I felt for years," Her hands twitched at her sides to punch him again, "So when I tell you to leave me alone, be grateful that's all I'm letting you walk away with. Next time you come up to me, I'll make sure you crawl back,"
"Teddy!" He yelled when she tried to walk away, "You can't be serious about this. I can't believe you would ever hit me,"
"You really are a son of a bitch,"
"What?"
"You're no friend of mine. You've never been,"
