Violet
“You hate me?”
Doom's question came after several minutes of silence.
I looked at him.
“No.”
His eyes stayed locked on mine.
“I'm mad at you. I'm hurt by you. I'm scared of you.”
That last one hit him.
“But I don't hate you.”
I took a shaky breath.
“I understand your anger over the video. I understand why seeing something like that would've hurt.
"If I thought I'd seen proof of you with another woman while we were together, it would've devastated me.”
I held up my hand.
“But I still can't understand how you put your hands on me. Especially knowing I was pregnant.”
I pulled back the blanket and raised my pant leg.
The scar remained.
Doom's eyes dropped to it.
“You gave me your word you'd never hurt me like that.”
My eyes filled.
“You joked the worst I'd ever get f
