Changing the misery
"Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it." -- Russell Baker
In a moment of weakness I went back to the Townhouse with Zillah. He's convinced me that the threat on my life is real, and that he won't give up on keeping me in his sights. Which is better... freedom of the streets with imminent doom, or captivity with a bathtub, with a lessened threat of doom?
The first night was awkward. He assured me that I'd have my old room, and he would stay outside the door. Not even an hour later, he pawed at the door wanting in. When he finally passed out in the doorway, I snuck back out to get some coffee. It's funny how he thinks the new bars on the windows will keep anything out... or let anything out. Yesterday, the look of loathing wasn't as consuming on his face, and he offered to take me to the Cafe in Paris. I was still very much upset with him, trying to ignore his obvious attention in my direction. But we all know how he is, turning on the charm. This man really does get any thing he wants, doesn't he? We made our way back to the Townhouse, where he insisted he'll be my protector. Maybe he does have a soft spot for me in his little black heart. Maybe...
But I'm over this drama. I took advantage of the bathtub, and he thought it was time to take advantage of me. I didn't quite stop him...
Did I really want to?
In a moment of weakness I went back to the Townhouse with Zillah. He's convinced me that the threat on my life is real, and that he won't give up on keeping me in his sights. Which is better... freedom of the streets with imminent doom, or captivity with a bathtub, with a lessened threat of doom?
The first night was awkward. He assured me that I'd have my old room, and he would stay outside the door. Not even an hour later, he pawed at the door wanting in. When he finally passed out in the doorway, I snuck back out to get some coffee. It's funny how he thinks the new bars on the windows will keep anything out... or let anything out. Yesterday, the look of loathing wasn't as consuming on his face, and he offered to take me to the Cafe in Paris. I was still very much upset with him, trying to ignore his obvious attention in my direction. But we all know how he is, turning on the charm. This man really does get any thing he wants, doesn't he? We made our way back to the Townhouse, where he insisted he'll be my protector. Maybe he does have a soft spot for me in his little black heart. Maybe...
But I'm over this drama. I took advantage of the bathtub, and he thought it was time to take advantage of me. I didn't quite stop him...
Did I really want to?
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Besides, you didn't seem at all opposed to the... company.