Pile after pile, you shoved you suitcase with the clothes you owned; hoping to get away fast enough before he came home.
With just the thought of his angry face coming to stop you, you carried on, packing as fast as you could.
Looking back over the years you realized that your relationship with him was a mistake
You coming here was a mistake.
Loving him was a mistake.
"What do you think you're doing trash?" his gruff voice called from the doorway of the room you shared with him.
"I…I'm leaving" you said quietly while shutting the suitcase, your back facing him; not daring to look him in the eyes.
"You wouldn't get far" was all his gruff voice said before taking a few steps into the dark room.
"I own you, and everything you have to offer is mine" he said gripping your arm in anger he forced you to face him.
Those smoldering brown eyes watched you for any sign of retaliation.
Knowing sadly in your heart there was none.
Molding those rough brooding lips to yours, he kissed you with as much force to bruise your own.
You knew it was a mistake to leave him.