“All I asked for was a single chance and you can’t even give it to me,”Mike cried,the sound of pain marring his attempt to sound angry.
“A single chance?” I laughed,”a SINGLE chance? I gave you more than enough tries to prove yourself and every time you hurt me. How can you see this,” I cried, indicating the large black bruise on my cheekbone,”and say that I didn’t give you a chance?”
We stood there, fuming, poses identical; fists clenched, eyes staring daggers, feet firmly planted on the floor.Then his eyes softened, the vein in his temple slowing its pounding rhythm.
“Alexa…please,I promise-”
” Micheal stop it. I can’t do this,I’m going,” I interrupted. I didn’t want to hear everything that I already heard him say thousands of times.
And then,the most pitiful sight I had seen since my father, stone drunk,had to be dragged to the ambulance because he couldn’t walk; Mike was getting on his knees, hands clasped together,pleading.
“I’m begging y-”
“I’m done with you”