In Too Deep

MAYA

After a week of excruciatingly long days at my father’s office, when I stumble in and perform my mundane tasks in a numb daze, followed by long, restless nights which leave me shattered and drained, I spend all of Saturday in bed with my phone resolutely turned off, blankly watching action thriller movies back to back, finding some sick solace in the gory bloodshed they supply.

More than once I imagine it’s actually my father on the receiving end of the violence, instead of the poor innocent bad guys who haven’t done anything nearly as bad as he has.

Despite a stupid niggling hope that Ben won’t be able to live without me, he hasn’t called or turned up on my doorstep again, or shown any sign of missing me at all.