Innocent Love

This continue on until 20. By now my butt is all red and probably a hint of purple. My hair is a mess, my eyes are probably puffy, and my lip is swollen from biting it too much. He pulled me up. My legs were wobbly before I could fall he made me straddle him.

Before he could say anything I let out an ugly sob and started to punch his chest.

"I hate you!" Punch "I hate you." Punch "I hate you." Punch

Every punch became weaken and every 'I hate you' became softer. I was sobbing and crying into his chest. I hugged and held his shirt so tight. I was so scared and ashamed. All I needed was him. He was my addiction and I'll die without him.