"i'm so sor-"
then something happened.
something that had
never
happened
before,
"i don't need a fucking apology!"
you'd yelled at me.
and although
i
should've
been
s c a r e d,
i wasn't.
looking down at the floor,
you gritted your teeth,
"i need you to stop going back to him."
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.]
