"Maggie!"
I try to turn away. How did he find me?
"No, I don't want to talk to you, Paul."
He stands on the other side of the front desk, waiting for me to let him in.
"Maggie come on, I only hit you once."
I shake my head.
"Unless you need police assistance please get out!"
His eyes go dark with fury. Anxiety and fear creeps into my core.
"You're still the same fucking bitch. Have you looked in the mirror recently, you've really let yourself go."
PJ creeps up behind me, placing his arm around my belly protectively. I can feel his anger and jealousy in his hold.
"Mags, is this male bothering you?"
His tone is firm and fierce.
"He's my ex. He hit me on multiple occasions, he's toxic and was just leaving."
I stare at the male across from me, his cold, grey eyes looking back at me.
"You're being dramatic. Come on, one more chance. I miss you. I miss your smile."
PJ's other hand roams my body possessively.
"Sorry mate but she's taken." His grabs my hand and puts up my ring finger, "I'm thinking of putting the most expensive diamond on this finger."
I winch when he punches the glass.
"You fucking bitch! You're a fucking whore! Go and kill yourself!"
Trust me I've thought about it. PJ's palms wrap around my ears, blocking the yelling, I see his mouth start to move, his face looks angry. Very angry.
My eyes start to well up as the voices in my head sink in. You fucking bitch. You're a fucking whore. Go kill yourself. How would you feel if I slit her pretty little throat. One more chance. Come on pretty give us a blow. I bet she's got a nice pussy. I'll gut you from inside out. Slit your wrists. Help me! No one will ever help you. PJ's love is fake. He's using you for your body. He's the town man-whore. You're a piece of shit. Oh look the pigs have arrived.
PJ picks me up and walks into his office. I'm too caught up in the haze of the voices that I don't notice him sitting down on the floor and pulling me into his lap, rocking me back and forth. I didn't notice I was crying. You're an emotional wreck.