Torture

He promised he'd wait, and he did. Occasionally people would tell him I was done with his rubbish, with the lies he had told and the pain he had caused. But he refused leave, to give up. Some nights he'd turn up outside my house, I would hear him breakdown, screaming, asking for help, for someone to save him, but it was all just a bribe, to force the guilt bubbling up inside of me to finally explode. But I had moved on from his games. And created my own.