BURN (Wattys2015?)

giant

You were a giant once.
You towered over me, having so much power over me.
Now I tower over you. You're short, maybe five seven. To a nine year old, that's huge. But to me now, I'm bigger.
Physically, at least. You still hold power over me. You're still the monster from my nightmares.
You don't look like what I thought you'd look like. I thought you'd be bald and fat and greasy. Someone terribly ugly on the outside, just a reflection on the inside.
But no.
You've managed to keep yourself fit for someone of your age. Your hair isn't thinning, it's still as thick as ever, although it's riddle with streaks of gray.
And you still have hose damn eyes. Haunting blue, a blue so icy and cold it proves you have no soul.
I hate your eyes. I see them everywhere.
I don't know why I'm here. I don't know why you're here. But we're here, in this dingy diner with greasy food, suspicious customers, and cracked pleather booths.
You order coffee, I order nothing. You light a cigarette, and offer me one. I take it.
"My, my," you say. "You have just grown up into a fine young man, haven't you?"
I shiver under your leering stare. I hate you so much.
"Didn't expect to see you at all, to be honest. Real surprise that Sunday. Even more that you ran out." You continue speaking, and I just glare at you, frozen. I hate your Southern accent. You use it to charm people, to make them like and trust you. You're a snake, and they don't see it.
"What do you want?"
"Can't old friends have a pleasant chat? Catch up?" You laugh and my stomach flips, your words like slime creeping down my throat, threatening to choke me to death.
I remain silent.
You reach across the table, you hand finding mine. I want to pull away, I'm disgusted by your touch. But I can't move, I frozen like a deer in headlights.
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"We're both all grown up now. You're what? 19? 20?" A slick smile creeps up on your face. I hate you. "You're old enough so you and I could have some real fun, yeah?"
You enforce your words by rubbing my hand, moving up my arm. That's all it takes to snap me back to reality. I jolt up out of my seat, backing away from you.
I can't breathe, I can't breathe.
You get up, holding up your hands and saying something. I don't hear you, I don't care what you have to say.
I can't hold it in anymore.
I vomit all over your shoes, and you jump in horror.
Good. Serves you right.
And then I run, out of that awful place away from you.