I Didn���t Tell You So You Don���t Know

I was hiding in the bathroom from him because it was the only room with a locking door. I was sitting on the toiletwhile I cried and stared at the hole he had punched in the wall days earlier���a punch thrown directly beside my head. I remembered that instead of being terrified of howout-of-control he was, I was grateful he was in control enough to punch thewall instead of me.

Through the door he called me a cunt. He called me a cuntbecause he knew it is the word I find most offensive of ...