I held my breath as he stomped down the stairs and slammed the door. I let out a sigh of relief. I didn’t get up for a few moments. I needed time to process what just happened.
When I finally do, I lift myself up. I realize how weak my knees are and fall into the chair and look over at my cracked mirror. How the hell was I going to explain this to my parents?
“Hey my vanity needs to be repaired because my boyfriend slammed me into it. Let me know when it’ll be fixed!”
I’d find an excuse, just like I always did lately. How did this day turn out like this? Wasn’t I happy this morning? Deliriously in love? I suppose I still am, but my happiness had been replaced with fear.
How did things become like this? Was Leo right? Did I make him behave like this? Make him so desperate he had to hur
