"Many sweeps ago..." for Persef c:
Fires danced on her face in two wet lines while blood boiled beneath the surface of her skin. Careful breaths were muffled behind a cupped hand pressed firmly against her mouth. Heart beats, like thunder in her ears, created a cold icy panic that stabbed at her chest like a thicket of thorns.
Those dreadful fists landed on her front door.
"Persef, I didn't mean it!"
Sink low. Don't make a sound. Don't be in view of any of the windows. Don't let him know she's home.
"She means nothing to me, man! Now open this fucking door!"
The clicking of claws on the floor announced the arrival of her lusus, three pairs of eyes narrowing in protective confusion. Persef shook her head. Don't hurt him, please. She still cares for him, she loves him after all. Loved? She can't tell anymore. Long nights of isolation and neglected calls tends to create a canyon in between people, let alone when one side catches the other cheating.
Let alone when he chases her screaming and threatening and saying awful things as if that would make her stop dead in her tracks and forgive him. She fears that if she had, she'd be dead on the tracks by now.
The door rattles against the locks, and her head knocks back in a silent sob. He's not going to leave her alone, and she knows he has so much power at his disposal. If he doesn't get her now, he'll find her later. He'll say those sweet words to make her forget how much he makes her hurt. Though clean of marks, she could almost feel the throbbing of past bruises on her body making her skin crawl. She has no one to go to, he's made sure of that. No where she can hide, his family can make sure of that.
She has to find somewhere to go. She can't keep going on like this...
