My mind.
My love…
Was broken.
Snapping like a wrought iron chain. He was pulling every sentiment from my body, every last emotion I didn’t even know I had for him.
“Sophie!” he shouted, chasing after me.
He only added fuel to my fire, making me remember the first time he’d chased me and tackled me to the ground.
My first kiss was now a tainted memory.
My feet pounded against the pavement. I’d never run so fast in my entire life. I didn’t want to talk to him, see him, answer to him.
He deserved none of it.
“Sophie! You can’t outrun me!”
“Eat shit!” His words only had me sprinting faster.
I should have known better, there was no way I’d be able to outrun him. He did this every day of his life for football.
In three seconds flat, I felt his hand firmly grasp my arm spinning me around to face him.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, trying to knee him in the balls to get away from him, with no luck.
He blocked me.
“For fuck’s sake, relax!” he ordered, assaulting me with his whiskey breath.
He was drinking?
“Is that why you made me leave? Huh? So you could fuck her before you left?!”
“Sophie, calm down!”
“Calm down? You want me to calm down? I fucking love you! I gave you everything!”
“No, I took it from you.”
I pushed him as hard as I could. “You arrogant dick! I can’t believe I trusted you! I can’t believe I was ready to move to Miami to be with you!”
“I never asked you do that.”
“You didn’t have to!”
“You need to calm down.”
“You need to stop telling me what to do! How long? Huh? How long have you been cheating on me with her?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“That’s what you reply? Are you for real? What did you think was going to happen when you’re fucking someone else?! How many were there? How many women have you been sleeping with this entire time?”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it? Huh? What is she doing in your apartment at one in the morning? Coming out of your shower! In a fucking towel!”