My whole body froze even while it shook. My head screamed no. My heart screamed no. I could not even understand. My brain was spinning so hard I thought it would explode.
He loved me. He was obsessed with me. He said it like I was supposed to feel something, like I was supposed to melt because he called it love, while he was killing what was inside me.
How can anyone love and want death in the same breath. How can anyone call it obsession and laugh while blood pours from me.
“No,” I sobbed.
“No Darren do not say that. Do not ever say that. You are lying. You cannot love me and say you want them dead. You cannot. Love does not kill. Love does not destroy. Love does not punch until the person screams. Love does not make me bleed until I can barely breathe.”
“You are not obsessed with
