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Story: Break Me
I'll just take this as a warning for the future.
Women are fucking crazy.
As I watch the tail lights on her car disappear, I wipe the spray of dirt from my face and walk back over to the stack of logs that I've just chopped.
How the hell did I get myself into this mess?
I tried my hardest not to be as controlling as I used to be. I let her walk all over me. Bit my tongue. Watched myself disappear just to keep her happy. And still, I’m the monster in her story.
Though I want to believe this is the last time I'm going to see Violet on my land, I doubt it.
I grab for the axe, getting myself ready to chop more logs I don't need, but I have to do something with all this excess energy. As I lift the axe over my head, my phone buzzes in my pocket again.
I toss my head back and groan loudly to the sky. Maybe someone up there will hear my frustration and cut me a little break.
Surely, this can't go on.
I lift the axe again, muscles aching, chest tight. No one’s shown up yet. Just anonymous screens and keyboard cowards clawing at my past.
But something tells me… they’re only the beginning.
Women are fucking crazy.
As I watch the tail lights on her car disappear, I wipe the spray of dirt from my face and walk back over to the stack of logs that I've just chopped.
How the hell did I get myself into this mess?
I tried my hardest not to be as controlling as I used to be. I let her walk all over me. Bit my tongue. Watched myself disappear just to keep her happy. And still, I’m the monster in her story.
Though I want to believe this is the last time I'm going to see Violet on my land, I doubt it.
I grab for the axe, getting myself ready to chop more logs I don't need, but I have to do something with all this excess energy. As I lift the axe over my head, my phone buzzes in my pocket again.
I toss my head back and groan loudly to the sky. Maybe someone up there will hear my frustration and cut me a little break.
Surely, this can't go on.
I lift the axe again, muscles aching, chest tight. No one’s shown up yet. Just anonymous screens and keyboard cowards clawing at my past.
But something tells me… they’re only the beginning.