This little work of fiction is linked to week 91 of Saturday Centus. The eight word prompt is in bold! To read other offerings, just click here.
Don’t come around here begging for forgiveness AGAIN!
I don’t care anymore. I just don’t.
I know I should. Richer and poorer, sickness and health...violence and scary calm…’til (ohmyGodmyGodwhyhaveyouforsaken me) death.
We’ve been here before. You saying, ‘sorry’, with those wounded-puppy eyes.
Me saying, “I forgive you.”
You saying, “I’ll die without you. I’ll kill myself if you leave!”
Me thinking, “Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease…that’s the only way I’ll ever be free.”
I remember those thoughts…
…and how you tried to beat them out of me.
I have no more forgiveness! I know what you are!
The whole world knows what you are!
We know where all the bodies are buried.