Shallow River

by H.D. Carlton

For the vulnerable. For the strong. For the survivors. For the warriors.

MY FIST CONNECTS WITH THE fucker’s nose.

He sucks you in, body and soul, with no chance of escape while he destroys every last bit of you.

Or he’s just a dick, and I’m delusional.

“She acts like a whore,

Shes maried wym

I’VE RESORTED TO FUCKING stalking.

Abusers don’t only manipulate their victims, but they get off on making other’s believe that they’re upstanding people. They trick them into thinking that they would never hurt a fly, so when accusations come to the surface, they’re considered outrageous.

Ryan’s going to kill me.

“Then give that privilege to a man who deserves it. If you want a man to own you, then let him. But that’s not something he has a right to without your consent,”

My fist flies forward and clashes with his cheek.

I think it’s time to finally accept the fact that I’m dating a lesser version of Billy. An absolute piece of shit.

But you do, sweet Ryan.

These little inner thoughts are the best

Only I would get those honors.

The gaslighting and manipulation are what convinces victims to stay and endure.

That’s what everyone always says, right? I’d never let a man hit me. You don’t even realize that’s what has happened until it’s too late.

I much prefer his brother.