“How is any of this about you?!” I yell, “I was just assaulted, and you want to get angry at me for… for what?”
“Why are you ignoring me today?” His question is a demand, and I laugh. It’s not a happy laugh that escapes me.
The sound is soft, cracked, and strained as it leaves my chest.
“Because I feel trapped, Ethan,” I whisper. “Everything is happening so fast and there’s so much going on that I can’t get a moment to breathe. Everything hurts.”
He steps closer but stops when I step back. I can’t have him touch me right now. I want him to, but I feel dirty.
“I like you, Ethan, but every time we’re together, I’m left with a feeling that I’ve been used and thrown away. Do you know how that feels?” My voice cracks at the end of my question, and I squeeze my eyes closed to hide the t
