AMANDA
I don't know if I should respond or should I walk away. He always comes to me in the most unexpected times, and it seems as though this is his method of getting me to surrender to his will.
In my impulse, I did what I think is best to do. I pulled myself away from him and slapped him hard on his face.
I was surprised at what I did, but he was also more surprised as I was.
"How dare you," I muttered unenthusiastically.
That was more like a whisper than an exclamation. Before I can even recover from what I did to him, he pulled me up again as he cleared the table and lay me at the top of it. I gasped for air, trying to clear my head.
"What are you doing?"
I panicked. My stomach twisted into knots, and I felt the cold wood at my back as I lay down. The table that I once adored
