My words knock the breath from him. I see it happen. His back
meets the wall behind him and he stares at me silently. In shock.
“Lily,” he whispers. “You fell down the stairs.”
I can’t tell if he’s trying to convince me or himself.
I calmly repeat myself. “Get out of my apartment.”
He remains frozen in place. I sit up on the bed. My hand
immediately goes to the throbbing in my eye. He pushes himself up
off the floor. When he takes a step forward, I scoot back on the bed.
“You’re hurt, Lily. I’m not leaving you alone.”
I grab one of my pillows and throw it at him, like it could actually
do damage. “Get out!” I yell. He catches the pillow. I grab the other
one and stand up on the bed and start swinging it at him as I scream,
“Get out! Get out! Get out!”
I toss the pillow on the floor after the front door slams shut.
I run to the living room and dead-bolt the door.
I run back to my bedroom and fall onto my bed. The same bed I
share with my husband. The same bed he makes love to me on.
The same bed he lays me on when it’s time for him to clean up his
messes.
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