"Hey, baby, whatcha up to?"
"Aw, c'mon, don't be scared,"
"Why don't 'chew stay?"
I tried to get away, but his whole hand fit around my bicep.
I tried to hit him, but I was weak.
They were all laughing, and I was terrified. I was trying so hard not to burst into tears.
Then I found out he did follow me.
He threatened the men, and took me away from them. He took me away.
Somewhere safe, where I cried on his shoulder.
I don't even know his name, and I'm already crying on his shoulder.
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In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
