Penny For Your Thoughts?

Seventeenth

"Can you remember any bad times with Zayn?" I had read online that one disorder was being so oblivious of one's evil that you begin to become a victim to their terror. But I wasn't like that.

"Yes, of course. All relationships have rough patches," She scribbles and looks up at me again.

"Can you recall one for me? At least a bad trait of his,"

"Uh, yeah. Zayn yelled...a lot," I tap my chin with my index finger. "He would say these hurtful, hate filled things that he knew would get under my skin. But not to get me angry to fight him. To make me in pain," When she looks at me, I know she's fighting the urge to look hurt for me.

"If you knew what he was doing, why didn't you stop him Penny? You're so strong. A lot stronger than you believe," I shake my head and look back at the window.

"I would always tell myself that he didn't mean those things. That he wasn't trying to hurt me. He was just angry with himself or with someone else,"

"So you were convincing yourself before you even broke up?"

I feel my eyebrows furrow and I perk up at her words, "I wasn't convincing myself. I knew in my heart that he loved me," I shake my head. "I know in my heart that he loves me,"