”Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Your boyfriend spoke from the couch. His crisp, yet controlled, voice had you over the edge.. in a good way. The way he glared at you. When he held you. When he’d hold your neck and make you face him. It was so toxic.. but it was so comforting. You stood near the front door ready to leave when he stood up and faced your direction.

”i asked you a question. Do you think you can leave me? I love you.. you have no right to leave me…”