Reptilian Stare

When Roy got mad he would get in my face just close enough that his nose was barely touching my face and scream. Looking into his eyes I usually could see nothing human there, just a scary blankness. But sometimes I would get a glimpse of insanity. I could feel the vibrations of his voice hitting my face like a fist. When he would scream, hairs on my arms stood up. But when I talked to him about leaving he would cry like a little child, begging, pleading, promising to stop, and I...
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When Roy got mad he would get in my face just close enough that his nose was barely touching my face and scream. Looking into his eyes I usually could see nothing human there, just a scary blankness. But sometimes I would get a glimpse of insanity. I could feel the vibrations of his voice hitting my face like a fist. When he would scream, hairs on my arms stood up. But when I talked to him about leaving he would cry like a little child, begging, pleading, promising to stop, and I believed him. I believed he could be fixed and I wanted to be the one to fix him. I had myself convinced that I was the only one who could save him. I had become another victim of the Reptilian Stare.