Dominick looked at me for a moment. Cupping my face with his large hands,delicately bringing his lips to mine. Sending shocks up and down my spine as I enjoyed the moment before breaking off. He looked up at me,looking straight into my eyes and asked the question I didn't want to answer to.
"Why?
I sighed.
"I can't."
I turned on my heel and rushed out of his arms and to my house. Not looking back. Knowing that if I did,the walls I built would tear down instantly.I entered the house that had a small creak on the first step to be met with nothing. The house empty and cold. Just how I left it. I climbed the long spiral staircase to my large room. I lived a comfortable life,but not a proud one. I made my way to my bathroom that was connected to room. My parents weren't home,but then again when are they? I opened my medicine cabinet where the shiny,rugged piece of metal was hiding behind my various bottles of expensive fragrances. I knew I shouldn't, yet something in me urged for it. Taking the sharp razor between my index finger and my thumb. At first I just scratched the skin on the inside of my wrist,the object was sharp enough though cutting through the skin. Letting minute drops of blood seep through. This controlled my urge to do more, I sat there grimacing over the cut. Thinking of why I did it. Thinking back to before Dominick and I spent time that day.Before he told me he loved me.
YOU ARE READING
Daddy's Little Girl
RomanceI trembled over the words as it finally stuttered it's way out. " I'm leaving."
