Bold

I heard the sound of the punching bag for two hours before James finally stopped last night. Then, like usual, he spent thirty minutes in the shower, but this time; he didn’t sing.

That was something I didn’t realize how badly I clung to prior to leaving the first time. Then when I’d come back home, I found myself smiling as I lingered just far enough away to still hear him while being undetected.

But last night…. I heard nothing.

My eyes widened as I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. The whites of my eyes were bloodshot, and my under-eye bags had bags from how puffy they were. My tears had created a damp spot on the left side of my head, and the hair had flattened against my scalp.

After a quick shower, I walked to my closet only to realize that I’d never made the time to remove all of the clothing that Marina had damaged.

Closing my eyes, I took a leveling breath. I wasn’t going to continue to let her affect me.

I grabbed the robe hanging in the bathroom, tying it o