Kill Me

"What are you?" He asked, almost as if he were disgusted. He said, what like I was some animal. He was right, I was dangerous. I cringed, at the thought of his growing hatred for me.

"You don't want to know what I am," I answered, turning around to walk away. I should have never stayed here, it was a big mistake. He was never going to forgive me after this, but the farther he stayed away from me the better. Tears flowed down my cheek freely, the cold drops dripping. I didn't have the strength to wipe them away. The more steps I took away from him the harder it got to lift my feet.

"Lily!" He called. I ached to turn back, but that would just make things worse. Forcing myself to keep walking, I painstakingly took each slow step and accepted the distance I had put between us. A firm hand grabbed mine and twisted my body around abruptly. I was too surprised to respond when my lips touched his and his hands gripping the sides of my face shooting sparks up and down my body.