Its 4:30am and the full moon is abloom.
I'm in my bed in this empty house, in this cold room.
Awaken by a sudden shift of the floor right beside my bed
I turn to see its Nick, my love, drunk in the head.
He hover over me as if I was a delicious treat lying, cooling on a cookie sheet.
I look up at him with sympathetic eyes, wondering what he might be thinking.
"Baby come to bed, I think you may be brunt out on drinking" I say sitting up in the bed, catching a scent of the alcohol he was reeking.
I pulled him by his shirt trying to help him out of his clothes, he grabbed my wrist tightly mumbling, "you whore, you whore".
When he said that I knew exactly what he was attempting, I pushed him away from me and dashed for the door before I come up missing. (Again)
We went to counseling for this shit, but I guess it didn't help, I looked back at him unbuckling and pulling off his belt.
I got my keys off of the counter, and slipped out of the back door.
My bags were ready, I can't take this shit no more.
I got into my car and started the engine, I grove into the midnight air, mother's was my last destination.