He began walking away and that's when I couldn't hold it back anymore, looking at his broad shoulders, his silky hair, and perfect attire, my mind yelled to stop him and that's what I did.
"Why?" I shouted and then bit my lip as an instant regret hit me.
He halted, slowly turning around and watching my face.
"That's what I want to know, why?" He whispered the words in his mouth and we stared into each other's eyes for a moment.
"I was forced to lie, to stay away from you," I uttered and tears sprung down my cheeks, I had gripped the end of my skirt in my fists tightly. I couldn't take it anymore, what was stopping me from telling him the truth? nothing right?
"Why didn't you tell me?" He took one step closer and then stopped, "who forced you?" He was still not sure what has scared me
