"I feel like you will ruin me one day, Angelica." His voice was hoarse.



His forehead came to rest against mine.



"But why do I want to be ruined so badly?" He breathed.

~~

He was lightning and thunder, frightening, but so magnificent.

I was a hurricane, lost and in search of purpose.

When we met it was like a collision of two catastrophes.

But who knew chaos could be so beautiful, so addicting.

And for a moment, he made me forget the destruction that is inevitable when two storms collide.

When Storms Collide

'Please be sober. Please be sober./" I silently prayed.

The sound of stumbling footsteps and slurred muttering ensued.

/"Angelica you bitch! Get down here!/" His voice bellowed.

/"Don't make me come up there!/" He bellowed.

I swallowed down the dread I was feeling and squared my shoulders. My chest rose as I took in a deep breath. My legs felt like jelly as I finally made my way downstairs.

/"I'm here./" I forced my voice to sound even.

His lips turned up into a sneer as his eyes landed on me. I eyed the glass of scotch in his hand warily.

/"I told you to clean the fucking house!/" He barked.

I couldn't show this bastard that I was afraid of him. I wouldn't give his sadistic mind that satisfaction.

/"I did./" I responded, not breaking eye contact.

Chapter8