Someone Like Him

“We can’t keep doing this.” I stepped back, feeling the burgundy comforter against my back, my knees so shaky they should buckle and cause me to drop to the floor in seconds. “Shut up Emma.” He commented, simply but angrily. “No, I won’t shut up this time. I’m done with this bullshit.” I retorted, causing him to turn around and face me, looking at me for the first time this evening. His normally sky blue eyes were replaced with black ones, with a warning glare on me making me feel like I had said the wrong thing. But then again I never seem to say the right thing in his opinion. Nate sauntered over to me, my palms becoming clammier by the step. Placing his rough, calloused thumbs on my cheekbones, rubbing them, he stared me right in the eyes. “Emma, you don’t have a say in this. You love me and that’s that. Now why don’t you go get dressed in something pretty and we can have fun, ok baby?” He asked, but then again I knew it was more of a command than a question. I don’t usually get a say in the things that happen. “I- I don’t want um, I don’t really want to um I don’t want to do that.” I stuttered, trying not to anger him. “I’m sorry Emma that sounded like you telling me no.” He said, clearly angry despite my attempts to keep him happy. I dropped my head, looking anywhere but the man in front of me. “Let go of her.” A deep voice called from the doorway. Both of us turned in shock towards the door, wondering who could be disobeying Nate. My eyes lit up as I saw the figure in the light. “Harry.” I whispered.