Resisting and Falling. [ h.s. au ]

Prologue.

My throat feels dry and painful. My red, shocked eyes are unable to see him through threatening tears. I don't want to see him, I don't want to be seeing any of this.

"Oh, sweetheart..."

His thumb strokes my lips and cheekbone before trying to wrap me in this arms; the arms that have been holding me for the past eight months.

"Don't touch me!" My voices fakes a strength I can't feel as I push away from the man I have dedicated all my days and nights to.

"Oh, don't be like that, babe. I mean it was gonna happen," his voice sounds nurturing, but reaps sickness in the pit of my stomach. "You know that, don't you, sweetie?"

He knew. They all knew. Yet my ignorance and resistance to the possibility of truth was too strong for me to have a sense of reality.

I don't know how to speak. "I-I can't... Why would you...?"

"Oh. Oh, no," he hideously chuckles and pouts as he brushes short, red curls behind my ear. I hate the feeling of it, yet crave it even as I see all the shameless dirt right before my eyes. "Poor Daphne Renolds...you poor thing. Sweetheart, you were so desperate for someone to love you, you lost all respect for yourself. Who wants that?"

Fury and disbelief takes over my weak, fragile body. My filled eyes graze into an empty space near the ground, and away from the eyes that contain the entirety of my universe. My feet carry me down the road into an unknown path, and away from the man I fell for, the boy I couldn't resist. I didn't know where I would go from here, how I could live without him. My focus was on dragging myself away before he could witness the tears spill and mock me for it.

I regret not saying something, spitting fire from this strength I didn't know I had. I should have told him I didn't need him, that I deserved better, I would find a love that didn't use and manipulate me the way he did. But I can't seem to find any strength in me to believe a word of it.

a/n:

my friend in high school got my username and freaked out and deleted this in a moment of deep insecurity and panic, wow, ok, goodbye, 2k reads....

don't let the fear of other's opinions make you feel ashamed of what you enjoy, heck.