The lover

Parker

What the hell just happened? He stopped? He stopped. Why would he stop? He doesn't stop. Why did he stop?

I can't. I don't understand. I don't understand him. I don't understand what he wants. What does he want from me?

I always obey, I normally stand there and look pretty. Like a stereotypical barbie doll. Yeah, I've given him troubles but never like this. Once. One singular occurrence of difference, and every single thing changes? 

One singular occurrence of me being me. And I am cast aside?

Will he go to someone else? Someone else to satisfy himself? What am I to do when he finds someone else? What will happen with-
"Parker?" His muffled voice echoes through the bathroom door.

I remain silent.

A knock. A few more.

"Parker?" He says a little louder.

Louder knocking.

"Parker!"

He starts to bang aggressively against the door.
"Parker open this door!"

I stand upright, only to be hit by the opening door.

"Parker?" Dominique rushes to my side. "Are you alright?" He asks with a look of genuine concern for me. Sometimes I do think it is a possibility for him to actually love me. But it is overly impossible to love your prisoner, right?

Should I tell him? No! He'd have me-
"Parker." He says firmly. "My love? You can talk to me."

I won't speak. I won't.

"I love you." Dominique frowns as he states those three words. He's never said those three words before.

IT'S A LIE!!

I might have have lost myself in him, but he did not lose himself in me! There's no way. It's impossible!

I stare at the ground, still refusing to speak.

Suddenly, Dominique embraces me in n great big bear hug.
We stay like this, me with my arms around my body and him also with his arms around my body. Why did this have to happen with me? Of all the people in the world? Why me?

"Don't you love me too?"

My head spins. Of course I love him. Of course I do.
I remain silent for a while longer, before I whisper.
"I do"