“Do you remember what you said before I left my ex? You said, ‘You’re worth so much more. Be with someone who really respects you.'”
I looked up, watching her brush away a few dark curls that had fallen into her face.
For a moment, she held my gaze, and not for the first time, I wondered what she saw when she looked at me.
“Well,” she continued, and her eyes seemed almost black in the dim light. “I don’t have your patience, or kindness. If he comes back, I’ll rip him into pieces.”
The porch light glinted off her teeth, illuminating her sinister smile, as if she was waiting, hoping, to satisfy her bloodlust.
I believed her, and I felt safe.
In the chilly autumn night, I rested my head on her shoulder and stared into the darkness, before closing my eyes and listening to her quiet humming.
She was my safe haven, and always had been. No matter what anyone else said.