crushing her

iii

She wasn't going to give in again.
Not this time.
She wasn't going to let him find his pleasure in causing her pain again.
She too was going to destroy him.
She swore while looking up to the moon.
She was going to crash him.
He wouldn't be able to even think about taking his feet from the gas.
She wasn't backing down.
She smiled to herself as she rolled a one dollar bill and placed it just above the white powder.
She inhaled it.
She felt the rush.
As if the world made sense again.
She felt happiness soaking her every pore.
Suddenly she felt as if she was invincible.
Pushing her breasts up she entered the club again.

She didn't know where she was.
She didn't know what she did.
She was sweaty.
She was exhausted.
Lights danced and she danced.
Hips touching.
Lips touching.
Grinding.
She just wanted it to be over.
But she forgot him.
Everything he did.
The pain he caused.
Who he was with now.
And that she liked.
She liked it too much.
She was ready to do everything.
She was ready to make him beg.
Like he had let her beg.
But she still loved him.
Oh did she love him.