"No, I'll just stay a bit longer," Paul replied, his voice a disconcerting mix of persistence and entitlement. His words hung in the air, a looming presence that threatened to prolong the suffocating atmosphere of our shared space.
I couldn't bear it any longer. The facade of his phony caring had become unbearable, a constant reminder of the twisted game he played with my emotions. I had endured his blabbering for far too long, and the pent-up frustration and anger finally erupted within me.
"Get out of here!" I yelled, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance. I couldn't stand his presence any longer, couldn't bear to be trapped in this nightmarish reality of false affection and torment.
Paul's expression darkened once more when he saw me like this, my voice raised in anger and desperation. He lost his composure and, with a sudden burst of rage, he gripped my jaw with both hands, his fingers digging into my skin.
