Janet Boone

My Addict, His Beast & Me

"Breathe, girl, breathe. He's gone", I say in a whisper echoing through a cloud of disbelief. Staring into the bathroom mirror with my swollen, tear-filled eyes and seemingly permanent frown, I verbalize for the hundredth time, "Face it, he's left again. My addict and the beast have vanished and taken everything: the money, the car, and my misguided trust."