Blood was in control of my mouth. I wanted to spit it out. I wanted to spit it all out. I wanted to spit these words out too - the ones that have been banging and ringing to be heard. Nevertheless, like any other day, silence was my only escape. I knew he didn't mean it, with his split personalities and tantrums. I forgave him most of the time, I really did. But the feelings of hurt and betrayal always found it's way back in. I decided I'd give it a shot.
"Brian, stop." I said and braced myself for what I thought was going to happen next.
But it didn't.
It didn't happen. Instead I felt tense arms wrap around me like a butterfly in its cocoon. Warmth from his body enveloped me, melting away all the harsh feelings.
"Justin, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Justin. I didn't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry, Justin. I'm sorry." He kept repeating those words until what sounded like a tape stuck on replay. I noticed he was not just trying to convince me, he wanted to believe it. The lower octave that sounded when he said my name was the most familiar thing I recognized above all other attributes I've dealt with for a year.
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