My Complete 180°

Love by letting go? Is that true?

A/N

Nothing important😶 but it's funny that there are 2,017 words. That's this year 2017. Just realizing Im adding more words because I'm writing this shit. Damn it. 🤦🏽‍♀️

End of A/N

"Hilda!"

I backed up.

"hilda." His predator eyes searched me head to toe.
Out of fear, I ran. Ran as far as I could.
He chased me down, until I was caught in a dead end.
No one was there except the two of us.

I cowered on the lockers. And prayed I would never be found, hoped I had the power of invisibility from this god-forsaken world. But there it was. The one I fear and love and hate and care about so much. My mind was telling me to stop breathing, to shut your ears, and keep silent.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I keep hearing his booming, rough voice.

"I'm sorry, Hilda." I could feel his gaze laser me down, and lay me to the ground, and use every ounce of innocence I once had.

He banged the locker, I flinched.

"I'm sorry."

BANG!

"HILDA, IM SORRY!"

BANG!

I fell to the ground and shriveled up inside. Out of habit, I covered my face with my arms wrapped around my legs.
My heart was racing, out of love or out of fear? That's hard to answer.

"Hilda," he falls down to sit by me slowly.

I could feel his warmth. His scent. Everything was the nostalgia of a moment I wanted to forget.

"I did something wrong, I'm very sorry. Not only for this moment but because now... I get to see the chance of us fall apart."

I curl up even more.

"And I know. You deserve better. So don't treat me like I'm someone special. Like someone who is worth saving. I want the consequences! I want to be punished! I HATE seeing you look at me  differently then smile."

My words weren't coming out it's very cold I want to go home help I don't want help I miss him he hurt me it's okay it's really not

"Hilda."

Don't talk keep talking

"HILDA!"

He grabbed my trembling hands and forced me to stand up and show my true expressions. I closed my eyes. And groaned.

"TALK TO ME, YELL AT ME, HIT ME!" His eyes started swelling red." CALL ME FOOTBALL HEAD! But don't smile at me."

I cried all my tears, and smiled out of habit. I squinted open my eyes to see him look away.

He was looking away so I couldn't see that one tear popping out. He released my timid, weak wrist. And created distance, until I forcibly grabbed his collar.

"you raped me."

Arik kept looking away as that one tear became multiple.