Memories of the last incident flashed before
my eyes, I couldn’t shake off this feeling ‘de ja
vu’ it was happening again. Tears snaking its
way down the mounds of my cheeks then
down to lips, letting my tongue savor it’s salty
zest, as I stared deep into his bloodshot eyes , those eyes emitting rays of fury, hate and
jealousy, verily I say, if his eyes were
medusa’s I would have been frozen right there
like a monumental statue. We stood few feet
away from each other like we were in a
Mexican standoff. This eerie atmosphere overwhelmed me. I knew I wasn’t getting out of
this without been pummeled.
Then his lips moved, the sound his vocal
chords gave up sent chills down my spine
Boyfriend: Where have you been?
Me: Honey, I………… Boyfriend: Please don’t even start, you think I
don’t know where you went to? Do you think
I’m a dummy? Eh! Answer me, are you deaf?
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