Finding Myself

I shook my head. "I care about you too much to let you hurt yourself." I told him. His jaw set and his eye slightly rolled. This happened the last time i saw him. It was like his way of communicating to me that he was frustrated. "I'll go with you, i just can't loose you to-"

"You know what? Whatever. I'll do it you're way, just shut up." He yelled, pushing me hard. I hit the wall hard and my back ached in pain. He pushed me up against the wall, his face inches from mine. I did not expect that. "I'm so sick of you telling me what to do! You always are on top of me, making sure i never do one single thing wrong! Just quit! it's-It's... I'm just done!" He yelled. By the time he had finished, my cheeks were wet and my hands were shaking. He was glaring at me, and pushed me even harder on the wall.

"Ow! Stop Zachary, you're hurting me!" I sobbed. He didn't, in fact he hurt me even more by yanking me off the wall and hugging me. He grabbed my chin. "You'll do exactly what i say from now on, do you understand?" I didn't have to to answer, his lips pressed against mine and i squirmed, his hands grabbed my face and i was forced to protect myself. I kicked him in the groin, which only stopped him from kissing me.

"Oh, you'll regret that." He said, a wicked smile on his face. My eyes widened. I knew what he wanted, but he wasn't going to have it. He can't make me.