When he opened the door, I clutched my phone tightly, shaking all over.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" He picked up the milk and walked towards me.
I shook my head and explained that I had just received a telemarketing call and the person wouldn't stop pestering me to buy something.
"Is that all? Honey, there's no need to get angry over that. Come on, let's drink the milk."
"I'm not drinking it!" I raised my hand in disgust, knocking over the milk, and noticed that his face turned dark.
I was all too familiar with that look. Whenever we argued, his sulky face would scare me into cowering in the corner.
"Nyla, did you see something? Hear something?"
I quickly shook my head and said no, I just wasn't feeling well, and my emotions suddenly got out of control.
I felt him sigh with relief, then he suggested we go for a walk by the sea and have breakfast outside.
Once suspicion takes hold in your heart, everything around you starts to seem suspicious.
A ball suddenly hit me on the beach, and a child pushed me into the sea from behind...
"I want to go home! They're all trying to harm me; they all want to hurt me!"