36. Can't resist her

Abraham

Her broken voice was echoing in my head when I was trying my best to sleep on the couch. She never cried and pleaded like this before me. I couldn't forget her swollen face and the fucking way I behaved with her. It was the first time I used my strength on her which was not letting me sleep peacefully.

Ab-Abraham. I'm telling the truth. I didn't do anything. Please trust me.

I closed my eyes tightly, clutching my hairs to forget all this, her voice, her pleadings, the way she begged to trust her. Why did it matter to her if I didn't trust her? Why did she even care? Why did she want me to trust her so badly? She could push me away,  places a few punches, fire back at me instead she wanted me to trust her.

My head was being heavy with every passing second. I looked at the bed. However, I wasn't feeling like sleeping on that bed. Alone! Three days. Three damn days she slept in my arms like a comforter, a stress buster. I could sense the peace,