I tilted my head and looked at him like some psychotic patient that didn’t understand. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed the scissors from the drawer. When I walked back into the bedroom, I saw the fear in Brendon’s eyes.

“What are you doing with those?” he said as he backed away and covered his cock with his hands.

Suddenly, it hit me; he thought I was going to cut off his dick. I busted out into loud laughter as I went into the closet and cut off the airport tags on my suitcase.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it. It’ll never happen again,” he pleaded as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

I quickly turned around and stuck the scissors up to his crotch. He froze and his eyes widened.

“You’re right. It never will happen again because we are no longer together. And if one word comes out of that filthy, disgusting mouth of yours, I will cut it off. You’ve belittled and humiliated me for the last time, Brendon Sommers. Do you understand me?” He slowly nodded his head. “Now please leave this room and leave me ALONE!” I screamed in his face.

He slowly backed up, and when he was out of harm’s way, he picked up his clothes from the floor and ran out of the bedroom. I shut the door and locked it so he couldn’t get back in. All I wanted to do was crawl in bed and hide under the sheets. But I knew if I did, I wouldn’t get out, and I needed to leave this penthouse and him as soon as possible. I stripped out of my work clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe I didn’t work out hard enough. Maybe I should have gone to the gym more. My five-foot-six height and one-hundred-twenty-pound body wasn’t enough for him. I moved my hand up and down my left arm. The urge was there. My fingers deftly traced the scar on my forearm where I slipped and cut too deep. Just this once and never again. I had to make the emotional pain stop. No. I promised myself I’d never go back there. I threw some clothes in the suitcase, grabbed my laptop bag, and walked down the stairs. When I reached the foyer, Brendon came running in.

“Gabby, please. Can we talk about this first? You just can’t leave like this.”

The anger that brewed inside me became stronger and, finally, I had a voice.