"young lady, get back here!"
the sub yelled but i forced my weak legs to propell me faster.
faster.
i replayed the images.
the facial expressions.
the look of sorrow and anger and hurt and betrayal.
the
look
in
your
e y e s.
and the last thing you'd said before leaving class.
"i'd never lay a hand on you. i'm not him, but if you don't realize that yet, i know where i stand."
and then you left,
you left me there.
alone.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
