Hidden Secrets that Everybody Knows

I'm lying in our room waiting for him to come back. My daydreaming thoughts swirl from corner to corner of the ceiling on this spring afternoon. Why am I always waiting for him? I'm always under his supervision for some reason. Why does he always get mad if I stay up too late? My mind never stops questioning. My wayfaring mind can only bob and be buoyant in its fluctuations.

Suddenly, I discover something I've never noticed before in the year and a half that we've known each other. Is this what I think this is? No, it can't be. But there it is flashing at me, and more, everywhere, flashing, flashing, flashing. I can't speak or move. I'm scared. I want to leave and never come back. I want to never see him again. He's betrayed me. He's lied to me. The one person that I ever trusted with my life, my love. The evidence is there, and it can't be erased.

I panic. He's a monster. He's disgusting. He's barbaric. How did I not notice this before? I didn't want myself to believe it. There is no possible way this is happening right now. I feel gross. I feel like puking. But there is no way this is happening. I trusted him and I never trust anyone.

I panic. Should I leave? Should I stay? Should I put this in his face and confront him about it? What should I fucking do? I panic.

The monster walks in the door with a smile on his face.