Complicated

11. The Truth Shall Set You Free

"What's wrong?" Calvin asked me.  

To my disappointment, he wanted to have sex.  

Laying on top of me, he was stroking my hair and nuzzling my neck. These things he did when we were together.

"Nothing. Um, just thinking".

His face hardened and the look in his eyes went from concern to anger.  

"You're thinking? Thinking about what?".

There was no way I could tell him the truth. There was no way that I could tell him that I didn't want to do this anymore.  

"You're thinking about that Aaron guy aren't you?".

I glanced over at him and lied. "No".

"Seriously Dana? You're going to lie? I know you better than you know yourself".

"What?" I asked scrunching up my eyebrows as I pushed him off of me to sit up.  

He couldn't possibly be serious about that.

"You heard me" he said pushing back.

"Calvin, you barely know me".

"We were together for almost two years. I think I know you".

I felt the anger inside of me boiling over and knew that I would explode any minute.  

"That doesn't mean you know me".

He ignored me and put his hand under my shirt, making small circles on my stomach with his pointer finger.  

His touch was no longer wanted and I truly despised him. Hate was not a strong enough word to explain my feelings for him.

"I have to go" I told him leaning up.

He pushed me back down violently.  

"I didn't get what I wanted yet".

Already knowing the answer, I asked anyway. "And what is that exactly?".

He gripped my hair tightly in between his fingers. "You".  

His tone was scary and intimidating. It stopped my breathing.  

The finger he had on my stomach trailed down to my shorts.  

"Are you ready?".

I swallowed the knot that was stuck in my throat.  

"I really have to go Calvin".

"No you don't Dana" he said mocking me.  

His lips crushed onto mine forcefully.

Resisting, I turned my head. "Calvin stop!" I said.

He began kissing my neck removing his hands from my hair and placing it on my breast.

"Calvin" I said sternly.

"Dana, shutup!" he yelled.

"Get off of me" I said finally getting the strength to push him off of me.  

Reaching for the handle, I tried to make my way out.

He grabbed my arm with a tight, firm grip.

"Calvin, please" I cried out in pain.

He let go of my arm making me fall down on the concrete of his driveway.  

Getting out of my car, he kicked me in the stomach.  

"Get up and leave".

I quickly got up clutching my stomach.  

Once safely in my car, Calvin spit on the window.