I couldn't calm the anger roaring in my veins. I've never been so frustrated about something before. I should be in tears, but all I felt was a burn taking over my entire body, and it only got worse as she continued.
"My husband played the victim and broke down about how two years of marriage were hell for him, and that I constantly hurt myself just to get his attention. He told them..."
She gulped, stopping, and I wanted to tell her not to continue.
"He told them that I threw myself off the stairs during an argument just to prove a point."
Oh my god.
"I was deemed insane and sent to the psych ward because no one believed my story. Ares was the only one who did. He got me out and rained mayhem on everyone and everything that hurt me."
This time her smile wasn't sad but one of joy, as if reminiscing about the events.
"Ares is my anchor."
I tried to breathe, but it got heavier, my eyes stinging with tears, but I blinked them away.
