"please, don't be mad at me..." you pleaded, closing my book, palms hitting the top.
"i can't not be upset," i said in retaliation, hands fiddling with your hoodie
i was
still wearing
your
hoodie.
"i love you! i love you so much that you're the only thing that i've been thinking about!"
"sir, i need you to sit down," the sub informed you.
you stayed standing,
"i love you but you don't seem to get that! you don't get that if you love someone so much, you'd do anything to help them."
i stayed silent.
i wanted to say something,
but i was afraid that it'd be
heldagainstme.
"sir, please sit down before i call the office." she warned again
her face slightly red as she kept her hard demeanor.
s i l e n c e.
and as i averted my gaze, your hand came up to cup my chin.
and i'll never forgive myself.
i'll
never
f o r g i v e
myself
for... flinching.
and the hurt casted a shadow.
a shadow
over your flawless face.
i'm
s o r r y.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]