"you know, i only do this because i love you; you'll realise that soon." his voice was eerily calm.
"w-what are you doing?"
he was packing.
"we can't let him take you away, again. right?"
moving over to the closet, he started grabbing things,
throwing them around as he looked for was i assumed was a suitcase, "close the blinds."
i stayed seated on the bed that he'd so effortlessly thrown me on.
he didn't get to control me.
i reached for my cell,
making sure he didn't notice
my hands trembling.
"i said close the blinds, dammit!" he yelled, spit flying as he glared at me.
my breathing was becoming labored as i held the phone behind my back,
don't panic.
"...no."
that threw him for a loop,
"did you just fucking disobey me?"
don't panic, don't panic.
moving my fingers around, i located the
n i n e
and then the
o n e.
"just let me go."
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.]
