Eighty-Nine

I could feel my vision blurring as Mitch held me against the wall. I could taste the blood from my lip mixing with my sweat.

"I am not going to lose you again, Lilith!" Mitch screamed in my face as I struggled desperately against him. "Especially not to that bitch!! You are mine! You are fucking mine, and I don't plan on making the same mistake twice and allow you to slip from my grip again."

His body pressed against me, his weight crushing against my lungs.

"I... I...a-m n-ot go-ing to be...bet-ray y-ou." I wheezed, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe.

"Do you think I am a fool? Do you think I don't know how much you hate my guts... The disgust on your face every time I touch you... Nothing I say or do could make you look at me the way you once did. You despise me." Mitch growled.

My limbs felt heavy against the ground, but I fought to remain upright as I choked out, "You're wrong, Mitch..."

"Shut up!" Mitch roared, raising his arm to strike me. "I am no fool,