Sixty three

 

“Mmm,” I whimper still swirling at my face.

 

“What is the problem?” he asks mildly, sitting up on the bed to scoot close to me.

 

“Nothing just...just__” I break down again in tears. He holds me to himself and let me cry all I  want. After some time, I look at him

 

“I couldn't sleep. I keep thinking about my ex and all he did to me” I sniff. He reaches out to the side table to bring out a napkin which I use to dab at my eye. “ He abused me so much Drè. I don't know how am ever going to forget what that monster did to me. They were horrible, horrible things.” this is not the first time am saying anything about her ex to him. He knew about Baxter but not everything the scumbag did to me. My heartbeat accelerates as I imagine what he will do to the bastard when he gets hold of him__knowing how possessive he is of me.

 

“That day at the