Hollow Man
This is the way the world ends…
It’s late, too late. I hate when he does this to me, takes off after work to hang out at the clubs with his coworkers. As if I don’t matter. As if I don’t lie here in our bed and clutch the sheets around me because I want him so bad.
Last time he did this, I stayed up until four in the morning waiting for him to return. The minute he walked through the door, I jumped all over him. “Where have you been?” I wanted to know. “Do you know what time it is?”
He glared at me with those celadon eyes. When he spoke, his voice was hard and uncompromising. “What the f**k’s your problem?” he asked.
I just bit my lip like I always do when I get upset. I know he hates it, but I couldn’t stop myself.
Watching me, he sighed, pissed to all hell. “Don’t play
