Eli’s eyes zeroed in on her finger before he raised his chin, locking them with hers. “Don’t, fuckin..” Impulsively, he stepped toward her, grabbing ahold of her wrist and lowering her hand, bringing his face close to hers. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me like you’re better than me, you stupid, bible humping bitch.” He only momentarily tightened his grip on her arm before shoving her away from him altogether, taking a few steps back from her, almost completely out of the streetlight in order to refrain from fulfilling the urge- present, and nagging, to truly hurt her. “And don’t point your fuckin’ finger at me like you’re somebody.” He started to step in the direction of his house but kept his body turned toward her, torn between standing there until he was so enraged he didn’t want to do anything but destroy her and retreating in order to avoid reaching that point. “I don’t care who your daddy is, and I don’t care who you think you are. I’ve taken more than my share of shit today, I’m not about to take any from you.”
Becky yelped as he took a hold of her wrist. She knew they were provoking each other from the second they had started talking, but she didn’t expect any physical barrier to be broken, and now that it was, she froze, uncertain of what to do other than running away. It would have certainly been easier, but she wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye ever again if she were to do that. She didn’t even bother trying to say anything right away, knowing that if she did, it would probably end up being stuttered out. She stood in the same place as he released her and stepped away, still a semi shocked state, all she could do was stare. There was something terrifying about him that made her feel like a person she had never met. Never had she felt so genuinely angry at another person. Never had someone spoken to her the way he was. The second he mentioned the daddy line once more, she felt something more or less snap within her. She shook her head a few brief times before storming over to him, grabbing a handful of hair from the back of his head and pulling his head back. “Don’t you ever think you have any sort of right to lay a finger on me,” she said slowly and articulately as she looked down into his eyes.