Scandalous

Prologue

I sit at the table frozen not wanting to move. Everything was crashing against me like a wave and all I wanted to do was break down and cry but nothing was coming through. David was leaning against the counter, his foot resting on the stool and his arms folded over his chest. With each word he spoke, a new knife stabbed me in the heart.

                I sigh and lick my lips. For an instance, I want to say something but nothing comes out. I want to scream at him, and cry in his arms and hurt him all at the same time. Mostly, I want him to hurt like he hurt me but I can’t bring myself to do anything to hurt him. I finally muster up the strength to look at him and he looks at me with those bright, blue eyes that always took my breath away. This time, however, I find it rather easy to breath.

                I feel myself stand and I’m not quite sure where these actions are coming from because my body feels numb. I walk over to him and stand in front of him for a moment before shaking my head then walking away, a solid tear falling down my cheek but I keep from wiping it away until I walk out of the front door and close it behind me. I take a deep breath but shudder as it comes in and let it all out just as the tears start falling. I push myself off the door and hurry to my car and climb in, starting the engine and stepping on the gas to get as far away from this place as possible.