Travels

"Get out! Just get out!" He snarled, brandishing a beer bottle in his gnarled hands. I leaned a bit closer to the wall, and a pang of fear momentarily closed up my throat. However, I braced myself with my leg and glared defiantly into his snakelike eyes.

"It's my place! You get out!" He pushed up against the wall. "You're crazy!" I screamed, beating furiously against him. "Me?! ME?! You crazy b****!" He yelled, and smacked me right in the face. I froze, pain ebbing at my face. A tear trickled down onto my chest, and I slumped against the wall and slid down, defenseless. I didn't care anymore. I just didn't. 

I looked up once more, and found him looking into my eyes, regret clouding his eyes, which now seemed to be full of sorrow, not snakelike at all. "Babe..." he whispered, leaning against me, "One more night? Just one more?" I smeared a trembling hand across my eyes, probably smearing my mascara in the process. I couldn't believe it. Was I actually doing this?! No. I wasn't. Not this time. 

"Okay." 

"Yes," he murmured, now embracing me in a passionate kiss. "I love you." He picked me up, I in his strong, comforting arms. I was crazy. A pushover. Tell him no, Carly. TELL HIM. "I love you too," I whispered, cupping his face with my still trembling hands. He lifted me into the bed, and pressed me gently into the sheets. Guilt raced across my heart, but as we slowly melted into one, I couldn't help but kiss him back, grope, love my way out of misery. Misery. I glanced at the ground for one fleeting moment and tried to ignore the now broken beer bottle lying on the ground.

Day 7300 of my life.