Carla
I stood frozen as tears that were bumming, dared to fall down.
One drop
Second
Third
They just rolled down my cheeks mercilessly. I looked ugly. It was just another painful reminder of his psychotic obsession.
"Carla," he held me by my waist as I stumbled back, covering my mouth. I didn't dare to look at him. It was chilly. I was naked and wet but I didn't care. I just wanted to be alone.
"Please leave me," I said without looking up at him.
"Carla," he called out, grabbed my chin, and forcefully yanked my face up to look at him.
"I want to be alone," I whispered in a small voice. To my unknowing, he had already plastered my body against his and soothed me as I didn't feel so cold.
"Look at me," he said sternly when I looked around everywhere but him. His voice left no room
