15- Come here, love

I lift my eyes as I twist my neck in all angles, looking out for myself in the quiet living room. The silence rings out so loud that my steps on the cold floor feels like a disturbance.

It also didn't help that the lights were dim and the curtain let down making the house look glum and dreadful.

After swallowing a chunk of boldness through my tight throat, I walk in m, careful of where I stepped before his anger lying in wait for me would blow up in my face.

I climb that stairs and hurry into our bedroom, not before taking a peek to make sure the coast was clear.

What the hell am I doing? Acting like a stranger in the home I've lived in for three years now. I wonder if it's still okay to call this place a home- it used to be one... Before he opened his big mouth and labelled me a fool in love.

Not his exact words but they did dress me up like the clown he painted me to be.

I had always thought I could love him enough for both of us. Maybe if he saw how I loved him, he could reciprocat