The Devil In The Details

Growing up in a staunch catholic home does its number on you.

I am a lost soul, a soul in despair and a soul with no light. I have been packing my bags for three long hours, tears soak the bedspread as I heave my heavy box off it. I am scared- if he comes home and sees me, this might be the last time I draw breath. This is my life, my sad reality.
He was a rebel- Cole was the rebel. He broke all of the rules and did not have a care in the world. I wanted to be like him but growing up in a staunch Catholic home does its number on you. His smile was wicked and his laugh vulgar but when those dimples shown, he was the light the world couldn't extinguish.
I hear the door creak open. He is here. The dance of my heart is a vibrant one, I want it to stop but it feels like it will not. I pack hastily and try to get to the door but his huge figure blocks it, the anger in his eyes shine bright and this makes my heart dance even louder...