Adan clearly wasn’t fazed by my anger because that’s all I had to offer to him in the days that passed. All I did was glare at him but he would still kiss me every chance he got. He would hold me as if I wasn’t a vessel waiting to burst and kiss me until I started to question my decision to be mad at him. It was only when he was at work and I got the chance to be alone did I overthink to the point of being angry with him all over again.
And why wouldn’t I be? I’d never forget what he made me do and just so he could feel good about himself. But I wanted to take revenge. I wanted to make him pay for controlling my life, however, I had no clue how to do it. What would piss him off enough to make him regret his actions?
Nothing.
I hated that my inner voice was right. The man was too pow
