MATEO
"Why would you do such a thing?" I ask Naomi as she makes dinner in the kitchen.
"You're not meeting me for the first time, Mateo," she says, "You should know by now that I'd do whatever it takes to get what I want."
I grab her arm, my nails digging into her skin, and she gasps.
"Let go of me."
I dig deeper as she fidgets, trying to yank her hand out of my grip.
"Do you still want me?" I whisper into her ear.
"Please stop," she says, her voice pleading, "please."
"Do you still want me?" I repeat, and she nods, surprising me.
"I still want you."
I hate to hurt her, but I want to remind her of the reason she called the engagement off–the physical abuse we put each other through. I want to remind her of how toxic we are together. She bites my hand, forcing me to let go of her
