For Those That May Never Be Finished

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What are you scared of?"  A small smirk left on his face blood dripping down his lips. " it couldn't possibly be me, could it?" His fingers graced my hips, his nails leaving the soft red trail behind, a grimace pulled at my lips, my eyes watering. I shook my head no although my teeth were clenched, I knew he wouldn't believe me. "I wouldn't hurt a fly you know."  I nodded slowly my eyes meeting his, hoping that I can convey the apology that would not leave my throat, I was desperate, scared, I just needed him to understand that he had been the one to hurt me, to leave the scars on my skin, the dried blood in my hair, it was his fist that collided with my face, his ring that busted my lip, his smirk that haunted my thoughts, his voice that taunted me, but he would never, never believe me, he truly believed he could never hurt me, and maybe that's what kept Him sane at least as close to sane as you can get.

-Riley king