best to hold a stiff expression, leaving as soon as we were

lier to watch from the torment of my window w

uldn't. I mean, he should consider better than to treat me in such a m

't glance my way one second before joining her and zooming off. Surely, the dust fro

, who stared at me rather pitifu

h I'm quick to cry, which is seen as a

ne as I stand by the window like I wan

occasionally stopping by to bully their reflections would soon discover my pre

on't b

riding into the garage,

e. What's more painful than slamming

I can't tell what the punishment is between holding my breath or letting myself sniff Zeath's potent patchouli scent-minty, velve

et to add my exasperation from Zeath's ruthless display

taircase landing. I only realize I'm there

ve something to do with me? Maybe he's reconsidering his choice of coming home. Surely, some baby

but suddenly stops after noticing

om crown to sole

irt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his veiny arms. And his torso snatches eve

highs. What amazes me every time is the usual protruding outline

lways carried a relish that left me heady. Now they're drawing me, ca

robably

Zeath's calm voice bo

ah, since when did we sleep at barely 8 pm

he staircase, stopping at the same level as Zeath and letting my h

he's so tall I can't reach him. Usually, he's the one who i

re. He's just t

time, I reach him. But as I try to pry his lips op

of poking a wall, he

grabs my jaws roughly and kisses me so

me from time to time if I felt comfortable. Now he's just a beast salvaging w

the wrec

he groans against my lips. "B

he step behind me. Breathing profusely, caressing my

h and too short a per

and understanding of the fact that we couldn't have sex until we were thr

overy, I follow his scent to find him in th

he puts on his silk black pajamas, slid

ever love me?" That was painful to ask, as much a

sed." His words drive chills down my spine, making me quest

Zeath continues before turning around to approach me while I'm stuck where I stand. "Not one w

en us. That was quick, yet not ne

really loved me. You are just an obsessed cockatoo." It's not only the voice, though; I b

ll embracing its victim before it gobbles them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You're no different." He emphasizes every consonant sound in the sentence, each v's

Then Zeath lifts hi

change my stance of horror as his

pfft... three years ago? Now this staleness you call marriage has grown so... loud." His eyes glint with pure poison, and his voice no better. The disgust in both

oice is

d, tingling in my gums, and

rue Zeath? I hope it's all just a dream. I hope my husband will wake up tomo

ars as Zeath gathers two pillows and a blanket before m

Yolie from high school that I know. A total bully and failure. Always had her mom come yapping at the principal whenever someone pinche

e, and I'm left by mysel

ping them. Instead, I whisper through the cracks in my

ch better there when I think, 'I can't let anyone tramp over me and di