"Marcus, what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be anywhere near me. I have a restraining order."
"A restraining order? Baby, that's adorable. You really thought a piece of paper would keep me away from you?"
"Stay away from me. I mean it. I've moved on."
"Moved on? To who? Some rich guy you met last week? You belong with me, Maya. You know that. Everyone knows that."
"I don't belong to anyone. And especially not to you. Not anymore."
"Oh, you don't? Then why are your hands shaking right now? Why is your voice doing that thing it does when you're lying to me? You miss me. You miss us."
"I don't miss you. I don't miss being belittled every single day. I don't miss being told that I'm too stupid, too ugly, too fat, too worthless to deserve anything better than your abuse."
"Abuse? Is that what you're calling it now? I loved you, Maya. Everything I did, I did because I loved you."
"You didn't love me. You owned me. You controlled me. And I'm done."
