"Don't touch me" I said pulling my arm away. I started crying once again.
He grabbed my hand and squezzed it. I flinched. That fucking hurt since he jumped on it before and grinded his sneaker in it.
"Oww let go, it hurts!" I said. I still didn't look at him.He losened his grip. I pulled away. He sat me up from behind and wrapped his arms around me.
"Just let me go Kenny. You hit me, spit, on me, kicked me, punched me, and I was begging you to stop and telling you that it hurt and how much I loved you...and you didn't stop" I said through the tears. I struggled to get out of his grip but he didn't let me go. I kept trying to get out. He was too strong.
"Babe I'm so sorry" He said sweetly.
"I'm not talking to you or looking at you so let me go...now" I demanded. I wasn't gonna talk to him.
"Nope" He said. I ignored him. He took both of my hands with his hands and intertwined our fingers. He was in back of me with his legs on the sides of me. He pulled my hands back gently and kissed them.He rubbed the back of them with his thumb.
"I'm sorry. I love you" He said. "Please talk to me" I gnored him.
"Atleast look at me baby" He begged. He let go of my hands and walked around so he was in front of me. He sat down and put my legs on top of his. He hugged me. I just sat there, not doing anything. He was so warm.
"Talk to me babe" He begged.
"Your such an ass" I said. Hey, he didn't say I had to say somethings nice ;D
His hand came up, I closed my eyes an embraced myself for the hard smack that I was about to endure, but it never came. I opened my eyes and he just put his hand softly on my cheek.
"I know baby. I'm so sorry. Come home with me please?" He asked.
"N-no...I'm afraid" I admitted.
"Listen, baby, just give me a chance to prove my love to you, you don't have to forgive me, but just come home with me please so I can prove to you that I love you" He said.
I got up and walked away. He doesn't love me at all. I sat on the bench. He came and sat next to me.
"I just can't believe you anymore when you say that kenny. You keep doing the same thing" I said. He grabbed my arm.
"Don't touch me" I said while crying. I pulled my arm away. We were interrupted with our conversation when I heard a deep voice talking...
"Well, well well, if it isn't the little bitch that decided to run away?" It said.
I looked up and there he stood....my dad.
