Josh wasn’t at home, there was a note on the kitchen counter.
“Had to get groceries to be right back.”
I let out a whiff, I got back to my room and fell on the bed.
Fuck.
“Let me go Rick” I yelled, Rick just lost his job and he thinks it’s all my fault, I fail to understand why everything that happens in his f*****g life is my fault.
He grabbed my hand tightly.
“Rick.”
“Shut the f**k up.” He held my hand tighter I’m sure it’s going to leave a bruise.
Tears roll down my cheek, f**k.
“Rick I’m sorry.”
“Shut up b***h, I should have never dated you.” That was what he always says but he won’t break up with me, there was a time I tried to break up with Rick, that day he beat me up he made me apologize for even having the thought of leaving him.
“Rick.” He threw me on the couch
