Betrayal--pt. 2When I woke up, the sky beyond the windows had turned a dark purple, the sun already resting beyond the mountains, outlining the snowcapped peaks with a golden thread. Ryushi was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear his heavy breathing in the bedroom we shared. He must still be exhausted from beating me…
I shook my head, stopping as a painful throb pulsed up a nerve in my neck. A headache on top of everything else—wonderful, perfect.
Perfect. This morning I believed that there was such a concept. Foolishly, naively, I believed that with Ryushi, everything was perfect and always would be, as long as I had him.
I stood slowly, tentatively from the couch—couch? How'd I get on the couch?—the thought registering vaguely in my mind as I folded my arms across my stomach, doubling over slightly to appease my abused diaphragm. My body moved stiffly, mechanically, every sort of tissue in protest; I took shuffling steps towards the single bedroom in the a
Pain. It took a while for his order to register beyond it.
Everything hurt. Even his mockingly gentle caress on my cheek stung, bit deep into my flesh—I imagined myself screaming, shouting insults at him and maybe throwing a punch or two—but I could do neither. My wrists burned as they twisted, trying to get free, shoulder muscles exhausted from being held in one place for so long; what energy he hadn't stolen from me was channeled into resisting him.
What hurt more than anything, though, was the fact that this morning before he left for work, he had told me he loved me—and now he was denying that claim, repealing his affections for me for a reason of which I didn't know. Something had happened at work, I knew that much; but when I tried to find out the details, he had thrown me to the floor, and…
What did I do…?
I wanted to ask why, but the only sounds that came from my wide open mouth were hoarse cries of anguish.
Alternatively white and black spots flashed in my visio