Tricks just flow out of his mouth. I narrow my eyes, trying not to lose my temper.
Resting his mouth, I interject. “Then prove it!”
Underhandedly, I swipe his phone.
Swiping through his phone, I finally find it. “Aha!”
There on the screen lies a text message about how he arranges for an ‘accident.’
Lashing out, I swing my fist at him.
Imbued with fury, I strike his temple.
Angrily, I kick him in the shin.
Rampaging, I bang my fist against a wall.
Rapidly, I dash out of the room.
Evasively, I slide under a pipe.
Vindictively, I break his phone on the pipe
Escaping, I cheer, free of fear.
Never again do I have to deal with him. Until the day of the ‘accident.’
Gashes cover my body.
Everyday is filled with regrets now.