He screamed down at me, though tears of rage and jealously, “I thought you loved me!”
Numbly I looked around the room through my swollen eyes. I took in its abysmal state… The things he had broken, my blood on the counter where he had smashed my face, my grandmother’s watch, irreplaceable and now broken beyond repair… It was complete and utter chaos.
It wasn’t the first time, but in that moment I saw it as if it was. The mess in the room was a sudden clarity… A metaphor for my whole life, a warning for my future.
I pulled myself up, shaking and feeble but determined. I looked him straight in the eye, swallowed my fear and said, “I love me more.”
Natolie Webb 