He searched her eyes for any sign or indication that what was next to come was going to haunt her, a dash of uncertainty flashed across her green eyes. But as quickly as it came, it was gone.
"No"
"Please don't touch me"
Is what she wanted to say, she wanted to scream, to cry, to push him off but she couldn't.
She wanted someone
walking past to notice, what he was doing, was going to haunt her for the rest of her life, that the dress she wore that day and any day after, would feel like a red hot burning iron against her skin every time she saw it or had to put it on.
She wanted to charge him, to see the color drain from his eyes when he saw the bags under hers, the scratches and marks from scrubbing his dirty disgusting hands off her with as much soap as physically possible.
But she couldn't, she was too scared, to face him.
The guy she once called her best friend, The guy who took her first kiss, the guy that sexually assaulted her.
The guy she hated the most in the world. But still made excuses for.
Because, she just can't hate him as much as she tried.
YOU ARE READING
My inner thoughts
Non-FictionI am writing this book as I go through the last month of high school, it's just my inner thoughts written down so I don't go Insane
