My heart pounds. I know I have messed up.
I am sorry. My darling, please forgive me.
He walks towards me, eyes glaring. His hand rises, and a sense of déjà vu washes over me. I raise my arms in the shape of an ‘X’ across my face.
He strikes. I fall.
I cannot run. There is nowhere to hide.
Why hadn’t I made dinner sooner? How could I allow myself to come home late?
He grabs my wrist. It is tight, too tight. What happened to our old love?
“Stop,” I whisper.
He does not hear me.
He never does.