Narrated by Jessica
"Where are you going?" I asked with a choked voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, still trying to regain my balance. My head was spinning slightly, as if every cell in my body was soaked in alcohol, hangover, and pain. He was already on his way out again. He didn't even look at me. He walked past me as if I were nothing. As if I weren't the woman he'd been with for years, beating in the middle of the night, and kissing with disdain the next morning.
"None of your business," he replied curtly, with the same venom as always in his voice. He stopped at the door, turned around, and added, "Since when do I owe you any explanations, for f**k's sake?"
That phrase hit hard. It wasn't new, but it still hurt. And it hurt even more because I knew he meant it. That to him, I w
