Artemisia

“Didn’t I fucking tell you to hurry up?” His shouting crawls right into my veins, reaching my heart feeling like a stab.

“I– I'm sorry,” I say, standing up, but he just clicks his tongue.

My heart flutters still in total bliss despite his deadly expression as I watch him come closer.

“I told you to pack and hurry up. What are you doing?” His eyes turn black as he gets close to me and he eyes me up, snarling, “Is that my t-shirt?”

Standing there agape, I ...