He pulled out and tried to go in again, slower, but I just winced, still bone dry.
Then he pulled out and flipped me over onto my back and ripped my blouse open and then pinned my arms with one hand and covered my mouth with the other.
“I don’t want to hear another f*****g word out of your mouth,” he spat.
I was shaking and it felt like we were back where we started.
Me afraid, him being horrible but worse because I knew he didn’t have to be like this but he was choosing to be.
I hated this.
This wasn’t a game; this was something else, something hideous.
This was so hideous it was going to take me back to when I first met him and would erase the moments we’d had together that had made me go from feeling like my life was over to feeling like I could fall for him, fall hard.
In Me
