- Reads 217
- Votes 10
- Parts 2
- Time 10m
Ongoing, First published Oct 31, 2015
Mature
"Who do you think you are?" I yelled at him, choking on my tears. My face burned up, my fists clenched by my sides. I needed to break something, and I wanted it to be him. "Your husband," He said calmly as ever. "You're cute when you're mad, you know that?" He came close to me, chest to chest, well chest to neck (he was so tall, I hated it). I struggled to push him away, except he held me in a tight embrace. Who would've known the man from freshmen year, who kicked my ass, would be my husband. My husband, who still breaks me.All Rights Reserved
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