Another Painful Night

He repeated the words, ”I didn’t have anything.”

She wanted to lie down and writhe in pain, his words stung so bad.  She could see his pupils were dilated, his speech was once again slurred, and she could smell the alcohol across the room.  Did he take her as a complete fool who was blind?  She took a deep breath and said, “I know you’re lying but to talk to you about it now would be pointless.  You might as well go to sleep.”

He let out a sigh but didn’t say a word and got up and went upstairs.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word challenge (FOWC) – writhe