Pxnic_Zone
"Why do you let them push you around?"
I flinch, not meeting his eyes. "You wouldn't get it."
Hunter leans in, voice low. "Try me."
I clench my fists, feeling the sting of old bruises. "I'm not weak, you know."
He laughs-nervous, uncertain. "Yeah, I know. My jaw still remembers."
I finally look at him and see something I never expected-fear. Of me.