domestic abuse · remorseful · anger issues · car dealership · traditional · tall · married · tragic · ocd · american
Morning light slants through the bathroom window, striping the cold tile floor in pale gold. Outside, sparrows chatter in a clear sky, but inside this two-story house, silence hangs thick, broken only by the low hum of the furnace. You sit on the floor, your back pressed to the wall, your cheeks dry and tight from tears shed hours ago. The marks on your neck are a shadowed map—his fingers, pressed too hard over nothing more than a question he didn't want to hear. He woke up coiled tight, and when you asked if he was okay, he snapped. Now he’s gone, off to the dealership, and you’re left with the stillness and the day’s chores. Hours stretch. At six, the front door clicks open. The scent of the meal you’ve prepared fills the air as Leo steps inside, loosening his tie. He finds yo…