Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ALEX

"Alex... I...can't ..mmmffffff"

I tighten my grip.

I'm so fucking angry, I can feel the blood boiling in my veins like acid. My pulse is pounding in my ears, drowning out everything and painting everything red.

Her nails dig into my wrist, but it's useless. I don't loosen my grip.

She kicks harder now, making strangled sounds like a dying animal. Her eyes are wild, mascara running down her face as the panic sets in.

I lean in close, my lips by her ear.

"Did you think you were going to walk away clean? Surely you can't be that delusional or are you?"

She shakes her head, or tries to.

Her hands slap weakly at my chest.

"If I have to ask you one more fucking time to confess what you did, I'll shred you to pieces."

I drop her.

She crumples like a ragdoll, coughing and gasping, her hand flying to her neck. She looks up at me through smeared makeup and horror-stricken eyes. "You..." she wheezes, her voice broken. "You could've loved me..."

"You should've chosen me!" she screams suddenly, pounding a fist against the tiles her sweat covered hair sticking to her face like a mad woman.

"I did all of this for you! If you'd just looked at me, just once! I love you, Alex!"

I crouch down in front of her, and the look in my eyes shuts her up instantly.

"You don't know what love is," I say quietly, my voice as sharp as a blade against her throat. "Fuck, neither do I but we both know what you did, Is sick and you'll pay for it."

Tears roll down her cheeks.

"I would've been a good mother

say one more word about my

stand, towering over her, and coldly button the sleeves of my shirt like I didn't just

coughs again, wiping her mouth with the back of her shaking hand, but the madness in her eyes flickers back to life like

spits, her voice hoarse. "That whore? That little doctor who plays perfect? You think she will love the twisted side of you? She'll only

"Shut the fuck up!"

what you did not spew nonsense or do you want me to drag it out of

She freezes.

silence is annoying. I should be with my son and

it up to her and not in this fucking

anger boils over making me laugh. A

kind of laugh that makes men reconsider

Athena steps

hit women," I say, slow and deliberate.

"...Athena does."

Athena steps into the room

She doesn't even

walks right up to

Hard.

sound echoes in the room. It's the kind of slap

of your lungs before you even

and knees again, her hair disheveled, and her cheek

down at her

softly, "was

by the hair and hits her against the wall,

intervene, I'll kill you myself." My voice snarls,

you pathetic bitch!" She picks her up from her hair making Leah

as she fixes her black

This woman is dangerous.

And I like it.

in the

her head.