I felt her slap me again and I was sick of it.
"Just stop it, Cam. Stop it." I screamed, pushing her away from me.
"You need to know when you have done wrong." She was standing over me, ready to slap me again.
"She was taking my order, Cam. I had to look at her." I tried to stand up, but she pushed me down.
"Well I saw you checking her out." She slapped me again. "You only look at me, understand?"
I moved her out of my way. "We are not having this conversation, Cam. I'm leaving."
I could feel myself more and more emotional as she grabbed me, trying to pull me back. "You do not do this, Kyle. You do not leave me."
I turned to her, willing to not cry so much. "You are insane." I wanted to reach out and slap her back, get revenge for all the hell that she had inflicted on me but I was so much better than her. I left her bedroom, crashing down the stairs and out of the front door.
I didn't want to see her ever again, the bitch.
* * * * *
I had wasted years with that manipulative cow and another couple of months trying to get over the fact that I was still in love with her. She had hurt me, both mentally and physically and yet every day I considered going back to her to beg for her to take me back.
It was coming up to lunch when I was wandering down the street. I had had a pretty good day so far and so was smiling for the first time in so long.
That was when I saw her coming down the street towards me. I ducked into the nearest shop, trying to hide from her. But she wasn't alone. She had found herself another guy and already had her tongue down his ear.
I wasn't really surprised. It was typical of that slut. I could see her turning the butch bloke, who had to be much older than her, in my direction - I was stood in the doorway to a cafe. In panic, I stumbled inside, panicking. I had no clue what I could do. She couldn't see me, not like this.
She couldn't see how broken I was without her.