Loving To The Touch

chapter 16

While I walked down the sketchy sidewalk with the other figure coming my way I felt a sense of panic course through me. The person was dressed in all black only leaving his head to be visible, but yet I still couldn't make out their completion. I stayed weary of my walking as they approached closer to me and just as we were about to pass each other he stopped abruptly a few feet from me.

Now I was really debating on turning around and running as fast as I could, but I still walked on strong not realizing what mistake I had just set up for myself.

Right when I passed them and our shoulders were lined up I felt myself being grabbed suddenly. The moment went by like it was in slow motion and the next thing I knew was that I was being pinned in a pitch black Alley way to a hard brick wall.

And now from the light glow from a street lamp I could see the face of this figure.

Mitch.

Pulling me higher up, my feet now dangled above the ground by about a foot now having my face level with his. His dark brown eyes starred into mine deeply as he took in my features with a smirk on his rough face.

"You haven't changed a bit since the last time I saw you." He commented letting his deep low voice loose from his throat.

I turned my face away from him and to the side as I looked to the street for anybody to save me. But no one was there.

He then grabbed my chin roughly making me turn back to him," look at me when I'm talking to you dammit!" He yelled raising his voice and shoving my into the wall causing me to let out a yelp of pain.

"It's funny really. I was just on my way to your house to see you." He said with a terrible smirk that I know all to well.

"Why did you come back?" I cried quitely as tears ran down my face.

"I was thinking on how things were left off, and I figured that I still want you. I want 'us' to be together again." He said in his all to known sadistic voice.

I shook my head no at him which made his blood boil. When his hands tightened on me I knew to be still.

"I had a feeing you'd say no, so I'll leave with a decision. You either get your shit self together and say yes or I'll take you back by force." And with that he kissed me roughly on the lips holding my face in place to not move, and the taste of alcohol was very prominent.

When he separated the look he made was pure anger as I spat back in his face. That however was the wrong move. I felt the mean sting across my cheek as his hand lingered near after the furious slap. He then dropped my to the ground and I cupped my face as more tears ran freely.

"I'll give you a week to think on it, Lissy Bitch." Then everything went dark. And it stayed dark... for awhile.

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A memory played itself in my head. A very vivid memory of my nails in your kitchen. I was scratching the counter tops and I was screaming. I screamed as my back arched like a cat, but my position couldn't stop you hitting. It never did. And I know I shouldn't have cried but I couldn't do anything else as you continued to hit me and you wouldn't stop no matter how loud I screamed for you to. I screamed until my voice was hoarse and yet you still didn't stop. It was torture. Pure torture.