"The scars on my arm..." I pulled up my sleeve, revealing the crisscrossing pale pink lines, unable to meet Jim"s eyes. "Not all are from her. Sometimes... I feel so dirty, so disgusting, so unworthy of living... so I..." "Enough!" Jim shot to his feet and drove his fist into the wooden nightstand beside him with a deafening *CRACK!* The solid nightstand splintered, a lamp crashing to the floor. I flinched violently, staring at him in terror. Jim stood with his back to me, shoulders heaving as he fought for control. After a long moment, he slowly turned around. His eyes were bloodshot, swirling with towering rage, unspeakable pain, and something else... something deeper I couldn"t decipher. He walked back to the bed and knelt, bringing his eyes level with mine. His voice was rough, straine
