Stirring my second cup of chamomile tea I lean back on the counter, my eyes glued to the windows looking for any signs of intruders, rogues - anything. Even the tiniest of things make me jump, puts me on edge; I just feel like a ticking time bomb as anything and everything is affecting me and I'm scared as to what will happen when that bomb explodes.
It's not just my skittishness that has my anxiety and discomfort levels at an all time high - it's Jason.
Revelations have been washing over me for weeks now as I start to analyse and understand everything that's happened between us, how he treats me, how he makes me feel. And I've realised things I was oblivious to before.
I've realised he controls me; from my actions to my emotions by putting me down, making me feel weak pathetic. My eyes
