You feel it.
Just a tingle at first.
A slight pinch in your stomach. You see her across the room…with him…and your muscles clench. His hand is on the small of her back, her pink lips sparkling in a smile. Your heart rate spikes. A flush pours through you.
A rush, a high. It makes you sick and euphoric all at once.
You try to turn away, but something holds you there, watching in tortured silence, while your everything sips her drink and slips her hand further up his thigh. You bite your lip, tasting blood. Your hands curl into fists. You try to hold on to your sanity, but she’s laughing again, and it builds, pressing on your mind, wrenching your heart.
Your control waivers as he leans in brushing his lips against her ear.
You war with what you know is right and what feels right. She tilts her head inviting his mouth to hers; the final push, and you break.
I course through your veins; free, unbridled, manipulating your emotions, twisting them into something dark and unrecognizable. A fire burns in your gut; a volcano of lust, pride, greed, wrath. It feeds your justifications, spurring you on. You cross the room hardly aware of your own actions. I revel in your blind obedience. Tension rolls through your body; adrenaline spikes through your heart.
Your fist flies.
He hits the floor.
Pain bursts across your knuckles, through your wrist, but you hardly notice because she’s next.
The source of your pain, your humiliation, your rage.
The bottle breaks.
It slices through the air.
Arcing in slow motion.
Crimson pours down her face.
Your lips curve in a tight smile.
“That’s right,” I whisper. “Now no one else will have her either.”