On my phone screen, a photo of him with a girl I don't know. Cheating. Lies. Betrayal. I've stopped counting how many times it's been. I know he's the worst boyfriend. And yet— "Who's that guy?" Just because I talked to a guy for a moment, he glares at me, annoyed. Even though he hurts me without a second thought. "Don't go smiling at anyone but me." I've tried to escape that twisted possessiveness so many times. But I've never once managed to escape his obsession.