How could she be so foolish? Of course this wasn’t going to last, nothing ever did. Not with him. But somehow she had convinced herself that it would be different this time, that he had changed. No, it was her fault for being so foolish.
She stared at the unrecognizable figure she saw in the mirror — a girl with a bruised cheek, completely void of emotion.
She was startled by the pounding on the door. He was sorry, he said. Please open the door, he begged.
She opened the door and stared at him as the familiar apologies began. When he finished his panicked speech, she walked passed him into the bedroom and crawled into bed. He watched her, a sense of calm settling in. She stayed.
He slowly crawled in after her and spoke into her hair, telling her he loved her, saying he was sorry. He told her that she knew how he got when she made him mad.
He had her. He always had her. Every time she left, he found a way to get her back. This time around, it took him weeks. But she had been waiting for it. Deep down, she knew it would only be a matter of time.
How foolish she had been, to think she could ever escape him.