Status: Complete
Denial
Denial
All 6'7" of me towers over my husband. Tucked into a corner of the couch, blood dripping from his lower lip, his chest heaves with every breath. I rear my fist back, teeth clenched, eyes narrowed.
"Take it back."
He shakes his head, sweat beading on his forehead. "No. You're using again and I want you to stop."
My fist slams into his cheek. "Shut up, that's not true."
I grab his phone, throwing it against the wall. He bolts from the couch, but I'm faster. I glare at him, spittle flying when I grind out my next words.
"I'm not using again."
I swing, connecting with air. The back door slams. I run down the stairs, the back door crashing against the house. The world spins for a moment before I spot him.
"Jack!" I roar.
Gravel flies behind my shoes as I run for him. Foolishly, I left my gun in my truck. Dirt filters through my nose and down my throat. Face down on our gravel drive, a knee drives painfully into my back. The cold metal of handcuffs yanks my hands behind my back.
"I'm sorry."
Jack stands by as I'm dragged to a police car, the lights on top too bright. Someone in a brown uniform shoves me in the back. I don't listen as my rights are recited. I focus on Jack as another man embraces him. My head bows as one single tear rolls down my cheek.
"Take it back."
He shakes his head, sweat beading on his forehead. "No. You're using again and I want you to stop."
My fist slams into his cheek. "Shut up, that's not true."
I grab his phone, throwing it against the wall. He bolts from the couch, but I'm faster. I glare at him, spittle flying when I grind out my next words.
"I'm not using again."
I swing, connecting with air. The back door slams. I run down the stairs, the back door crashing against the house. The world spins for a moment before I spot him.
"Jack!" I roar.
Gravel flies behind my shoes as I run for him. Foolishly, I left my gun in my truck. Dirt filters through my nose and down my throat. Face down on our gravel drive, a knee drives painfully into my back. The cold metal of handcuffs yanks my hands behind my back.
"I'm sorry."
Jack stands by as I'm dragged to a police car, the lights on top too bright. Someone in a brown uniform shoves me in the back. I don't listen as my rights are recited. I focus on Jack as another man embraces him. My head bows as one single tear rolls down my cheek.
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