“Why do you eat like that?? you eat like the food is going to grow legs and run away. You know, all you need to do is calm down so you don’t choke on your own food and die.” I chuckle.
“i don’t get what is funny… and I am not going to choke on my food.” he rolls his eyes.
“what are you watching anyways?” he asks. He stands and throw the paper bags of the food into the trashcan beside my bed. I burrow deeper into the comforter so he doesn’t see the black and blue bruises on my neck and down my face. He stands there peering into the screen of my laptop and I swear I am not catholic but I say a couple of Hail Mary. He looks at the screen closer.
“you’re re-watching The Vampire Diaries? Again? How many times are you going to see It before you get tired of watching it?” he asks.
“it’s none
