"I love you." he said to me. Pure lust in his eyes. I knew he wanted me; my body. He lightly kissed my forehead. It was too gentle. I knew him well enough; he is never that gentle. The fire in his eyes gave that away.
I pulled away, I don't want to be touched like that. Every time I jerk away from his touch, he moves closer or places his hands back where they were; back where they shouldn't be. "Danny stop." I mumbled, but he leaned to my ear and repulsively whispered, "You know you like it when I touch you. Don't lie to yourself and say that you don't." He started to glide his hand up my leg again, but before I got overly uncomfortable, though I already was, I rapidly stood up. Fearfully stuttering to my boyfriend, "I'm going to the kitchen to get something to drink, do you want anything?"
He hissed, "I want fucking scotch. You know that baby girl." I mentally shuttered. I hate when he calls me that. He knows it, but he doesn't care. To him, I'm nothing but a doll to play with. I am only of use to him when he is aroused. I am controlled too much by him. He doesn't even come close to respecting my boundaries, nor does he let me go out with any of my friends.
Now, you think it gets better? It doesn't. I'm terrified of him. Scratch that, I'm absolutely petrified of him. The most sorrowful part of all of it is this: I can't leave him. What's even worse? I want to leave and he won't let me.
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This is just a flashback! It will make sense later!
Hey guys!! So I haven't really written much of anything. I've had a super crazy life lately. Sorry I haven't been on and stuff seriously... I wish I'd had more time before now.
Anyway, hope you like this chapter. Sorry if you don't like it. It's kinda slow in the beginning... It will get better. Bye!!!
