My legs felt like jelly, and I sank onto the edge of the bed, the mattress giving slightly under my weight. My head was pounding, a drumbeat of disbelief and pain. My chest felt tight, like a fist was squeezing my heart.
Every time I think she can break me anymore than she already has she does something better and I don't know how I'm supposed to get through this.
"Why, Faith?" I managed to whisper, my voice rough and broken. It was barely a sound, but it was loaded with everything I felt. "Why did you do this to us? To me? How?"
My mind was a mess. For years I've had these strange feelings. Like little movie clips playing in my head. Of us. That particular night when l was drunk, when she left.
Together, touching, having s*x and l always thought they were just dreams, made up by my lo
