I Gave My Abuser To Him
Language: en
It was the third year since Talia’s borderline personality disorder had clawed its way back to the surface. And it was the third time she had put me in a hospital bed. When I finally drifted awake in the sterile, white room, the space beside my bed was empty. A familiar, cold spike of anxiety shot through my chest. I scrambled out of bed, my limbs heavy and trembling, and limped out into the corridor to find her. Instead, as I approached the heavy fire doors of the stairwell, I heard a voice. It was Cody, my best friend, his tone low but vibrating with a suppressed, furious roar. "You…