Page 1 of Boyfriend From Hell

“Sorry that you feel that, really, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m working late and won’t be back until tomorrow morning at the earliest.” The man said on the other line, “Just toss whatever’s left in the fridge for me.”

“But—” she whispered, her voice small and wavering.

“But what? You like living rent free, right? Roof over your head? The freedom to write those stories that never sell? Let me work. Put whatever crap you made into the fridge. I’ll see you when I get home.”

Click.

I grunted in disgust at what I was watching, my whole body tensed at the tone he had used with her.

“Fucking prick,” I mumbled under my breath as I watched the girl place her phone down on the counter next to the stack of dishes she had pulled to set the table.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I watched her crumble and sink to the kitchen floor, her head dropping into her hands as she cried in silence.

I focused on her, willing my mind to pry into hers.

I had been watching her, time and time again, mentally bend and fold for the shitty man she called her boyfriend.

This was the sixth time he had promised to come home to her after work, only to bail and feign some excuse about needing to stay late or spend one more night out of town.

Piss poor excuse after piss poor excuse.

She had no idea what he was really doing behind her back—I did, and it made me want to strip the skin from his bones and feed him to the crows.

I reached behind me to grab one of the blankets from my bed, not wanting to watch another second if this girl's heart shatter any further.

I threw the blanket over the mirror that I had become accustomed to using to peer into the broken woman's life.

“Fuck this,” I said out loud to no one. I couldn’t just sit there and continue to watch that girls' life fall apart at the seams because of that asshole.

Something had to be done.