Hundred Six

"Okay," I said quietly, clicking on the most recent file, and the video began to play.

"Stop... Stop, Mitch."

"Mitch, stop!"

"I can't breathe... Mitch, you are going to kill me."

"I am not going to lose you again, Lilith!.... 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."

"I... I...a-m n-ot go-ing to be...bet-ray y-ou."

"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."

"You're wrong, Mitch..."

"Shut up!... I am no fool, Lilith... Now that that bastard is in a pitiful position, you are all over him. For the past two months, you barely come home or care to spend time with me. We’ve been drifting apart. You’ve become distant and indifferent and I hate it... Hate it, Lilith. So fucking much."

"Mitch, plea-se."