Bad Boys Don't Want Good Girls

The dark bruises had not yet healed and were now on full display. The jacket hit the ground and he lifted up my loose tank-top. I squeezed my eyes closed, not wanting to see the look of self hatred that I knew would be entering his eyes anytime now.

"She doesn't let me do this. She doesn't need the pain that I can cause. She's not a freak," I opened my eyes but lowered my head, trying to hide from his gaze. He removed his hands from me and walked away again.