Realizations

Jericho’s POV

My vision was red as I stared at Leia who lay unconscious on the bed.

Her hair was scattered all over her face. Some strands were on the bed too. Lines of tears were evident on her face. She had fallen unconscious after I was done with her.

Rage like fire consumed me and radiated around me. No, not because of how miserable and pitiful she looked but I was angry at the fact that she got the balls to cheat on me with some motherfucking old hag.

I didn’t bother to cover her up properly, she was barely covered with her ripped undies and I didn’t care one bit. I either didn’t send for the doctor to come check on her. I was too enraged to even think straight. All that looped in my brain was Herman. I felt like killing the fucker over and over again.

I went about venting on the few things in the room. Every object I touched went into abyss.

I tucked out a stick of marijuana from the pack that was laid on the table. I had wanted to use it on Leia but I didn't. I drew out a