Oh, God. So it really shows everything?
“It was intense, Ray,” I say, my voice thin and my hands trembling. “You know what we meant to each other. Things just… happened.”
“I’ll saythingshappened,“ he scoffs, venom in his voice. “You let him have his way with you like a bitch in heat.”
My whole body is rigid, unsure how this is going to go.
“I told you…it was intense. We hadn’t seen each other in years, and then we were in that room together, and I just…”
I keep rambling, knowing I should shut my mouth, but powerless to stop it.
“Did it mean something to you?” His voice shifts, almost breaking on the wordsomething, but rage still coils beneath it.
“Yes,” I blurt out too fast. “Of course it did.”
His face curdles, almost unrecognizable, and before I can move—before I can eventhink—a sharp crack explodes through my skull.
My head snaps back, and pain detonates across my face as his fist slams into my nose.
Warm blood gushes instantly, choking me.
Another blow hammers my eye, and my vision bursts white, then black.
“You fucking whore!” He roars.
Another hit knocks me off balance, and I fall over the end table. Losing my grip on it, my phone crashes to the floor.
A kick slams into my ribs, my breath exploding out of me in a ragged wheeze.
I curl into myself, wrapping my arms around my head for protection, but he keeps coming.
“You humiliated me.”
Kick.
“You cheated on me.”
Kick.
“You’re getting what you fucking deserve.”
Kick.
The world around me is only sound and pain—his rage, his fists, his boots, the metallic taste of blood on my tongue.
Then everything stops.
He stands over me, chest heaving.
“You worthless piece of shit,” he growls, spit spewing from his mouth.
He lingers over me for a moment, his rage now quiet but still heavy in the air.
Then, he’s gone.
His heavy footsteps echo across the hardwood floor as he stomps away.
Carefully lifting my head from my defensive stance, I glimpse him grabbing my phone from the floor.
