BRIANA MORRIS
We make the journey in silence. Denner is focused on the road and doesn’t say anything, just as I remain silent, as awkward as it is. Every day, Denner leaves me more confused with his actions. One moment, he defends me; the next, he humiliates me. It’s as if he wants this to be his sole role, as if only he can do or say whatever he wants to me. The marks on his hands and fingers show me that someone has felt the strength of his fists.
“What are you looking at so much?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Your hands. What happened?” He smiles, satisfied and mocking.
“Let’s just say the financial manager will never dare to steal from anyone again.”
I can’t believe he did that.
“You hit him?”
“He hit you too.”
That’s what I’m talking about—he confuses me.
“So, you
