She stands at the foot of the bed fully clothed as she looks down at him, his arms bound to the headboard and his eyes narrowed in expectation; this, she decides, is what love is- the baddest man in Bristol giving her full control over his body.
She’d tried to kill herself so many times, but when it really came down it, against all odds she was a born survivor.
She knew what he was capable of, everyone knew what he was capable of, but that wasn’t enough to stop her standing by his side, cleaning up his messes, giving him an alibi whenever he needed one.
This was never where she imagined she’d end up, in a ‘massage parlour’ back in Bristol, but then when she’d looked into the future she’d never really seen anything.