Briella
I expected him to come back.
I waited for him to come back.
He didn't.
By the time the sun had risen, I had finally given up hearing his key in the door.
Our first fight and it had been a big one. I hated that he thought he could tell me what to do. That somehow because I was sleeping with him it gave him the right to dictate to me. If he had given me a chance to explain, he would have understood. I would have made him understand. He was always telling me how beautiful my soul was, according to him it was one of the things that had attracted him to me. Because I was selfless.
So why couldn't he understand that I needed to help those children, if I could. I had to. They were my responsibility when we were taken. If I didn't try and fight for them, who would? Their parents? T
