Our roses have wilted

Anthony grabbed my wrist roughly pulling me back
"You can't leave" he told me sternly, my eyes feel to the ground and I nodded my head. I was too afraid to leave, I know if I did, my life will end at his hand. As he let my wrist go and gave me the look as if my ass would be grass when we got home, so I did what any sensible person would do. I ran.