His fingers tighten against my hip and he pulls me into him, hard.
His lips come for me. I turn my face to the side just in time to avoid them. “Stop!” I cry out, trying to push him off me.
“Oh, come on,” he growls. “Don’t be so damn uptight.”
He’s strong. Too strong. I push at him with all my strength, but it doesn’t seem to make a bit of difference. He grabs my hand and pins it behind my back.
That’s when my indignation turns to fear.
The kind of fear that puts you back in a bad memory and freezes you there. When one moment collapses into another one that you thought you left behind you, but it turns out it’s been lurking in the background the whole time, waiting to show you that life doesn’t really change, it doesn’t ever really change, it just stays the same, the worst moments rep
