Iris:
He jumped onto the bed and tossed the blanket aside as he rushed toward me.
I ran to the other side of the bed, and he chased after me.
I scrambled across the bed toward the door, but he grabbed my leg, making me fall back onto the mattress.
Then he started crawling on top of me.
"Stop! What the fuck are you doing?" he complained as I tried to go through his phone to find her number.
I had thought they would be communicating constantly, but I guessed he was clever, always clearing the conversations.
Or maybe, because we fought so much, her name had passed before my eyes until I finally found her number.
I tapped it once to call, but before the call could connect, he snatched the phone from my hands and cut the call.
He then locked the phone again and threw it across the couch, far away. The struggle didn't stop.
I had imagined he would get off me, but instead he held both my wrists and pinned them to my sides, forcing me to stare at his face with wide eyes.
