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.