Marie Bradley

Reptilian Stare Marie Bradley

When Roy got mad he would get in my face just close enough to where his nose was barely touching my face and scream. Looking into his eyes I could see nothing, just a scary blankness. But sometimes I would get a glimpse of insanity. I could feel the vibrations of his voice hitting my face like a fist. When he would scream, hairs on my arms would stand up. But when I talked to him about leaving he would cry like a little child, begging, pleading, promising to stop, and I believed him. I believed he could be fixed and I wanted to be the one to fix him. I had myself convinced that I was the only one who could save him...but who would save me?