I placed my head between my knees as I felt my body to begin to shake again. Alex caused it. He knew exactly what to do.
"Breathe Damoria", I heard him say above me. He slide down the wall next to me, his body only a few inches away.
"I am . . . " , Alex began but quickly stopped because I began to shake again.He quickly engulfing me, whispering words of comfort as I fought to control my body.
After a few minutes, Alex lifted bridal style and took us to the bedroom. Placing me on the couch we recently added to our room.
"I did not mean to hit you... ", he began but I quickly sat up my eyes enraged.
I built my walls only to have all my defenses fall for love. Now I was upset I had let myself become so pathetic.
" Get out of this house" I whispered. If I spoke any louder it would lead to a fight. This time I would not let him get a punch in.
"Babe, think of Will he needs me here".
I thought of our three month old sleeping in his room right next to ours. I would not allow my son grow up in this environment.
"Get out now. I am going home with my son and you will be receiving the divorce papers in a week."
"Excuse me" he roared. Rushing at me he attempted to aim for my stomach again. This time I was prepared. I grabbed his fist, pulling his head down while I thrusted my knee up. As he fell backwards I dove towards the bed reaching for the gun I taped there recently. His outburst have resulted in more physical release lately and I prided myself for taking such precaution. As I unlocked the safety lock I turned around to see Alex about to leap.
I rolled away but not fast enough. He grabbed onto my leg and dragged me below him. As he went to punch me I shoved the gun to his chest. Immediately he froze.
"You wouldn't want to do that babe. I am your true love remember." he tried to reason.
But in truth I lost my true love when I left a year ago.
"I lost him a long time." I said as I shot him in the arm. As he fell back I shot him in the leg.
Immediately I dropped the gun and ran to Will's room. He was crying. His arms reaching to be picked up. My poor baby. The sirens could be heard coming down the street.
As I sat on the floor rocking my child I thought of my life I lived for a year, of the life I left. Most importantly I thought of Shawn. My rock, my best friend, my true love that I had left.
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Love or Listen
De TodoWhen they told her it was all wrong, she chose to love. Now a year later she wonders what her path should be. Love or listen
