I was still lying down on my stomach, crying my heart out when he was just standing there behind me and didn’t move, didn’t say a f*****g word and I didn’t look up, why didn’t he just f*****g leave like he wanted to do from the beginning before he went all f*****g psycho on me?!
“You still love me?” He was sounding completely different from just a minute ago when he was just being an asshole and making me cry. Now he sounded like when he told me he was nineteen, like he was really unsure what to do with what I just told him, that him being this criminal didn’t matter to me, I still would love him.
I didn’t answer him, my crying still was the only thing that was heard between us in the room when I felt my body being turned over, gently this time when I wanted to start to flee, him pushing
