Archives for retribution

The Last Time

  “Are you seriously that much of a controlling bastard? You can’t even let me have an opinion that differs from yours?” I stepped towards him, taunting him further. I could see the anger flooding into his brain as his face contorted into an malicious grimace. I stood motionless; waiting. He paused dramatically and rolled up the sleeves of his striped button-down shirt. He always wore dress shirts; he made me press them on Saturday afternoons when I should have been out with my friends. “You little bitch…” He hissed at me and I closed my eyes. Waiting. Then I
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