He touches her tentatively, calling out her name in that deep voice of his.
She looks up at him, her face has lost all colour, her right eye turning a shade of ink blue, her lip is split open and the blood is beinging to clot. He gets up to get an ice pack
She grabs on to him, her nails clawing into his flesh, he can barely get her to release her grip. She pulls him down next to her and as he puts his arms around her, she lays her head down on his chest. They stay like that for some time. He knows he should not push her to talk. His cheek on top her head and says a silent prayer.
He suddenly realizes that she is talking, her voice muffled, he shifts his body so as to hear her better and the words just keep pouring out.
'I tried stopping him, I did. But he was just too strong. It started off with a simple kiss and to be honest I wanted to kiss him as well.
He knew just what to say and when to say. He knows how to make me feel loved. So I kissed him. My arms were entwined around his neck and his hands were on the small of my back. He enveloped me and I felt protected.
He was so tender, in the beginning that is. Things were going to fast, I wasn't ready for it. I told him to stop, but he dint listen - he pushed me on to the bed and climbed on top.
I couldn't move. He told me not to struggle, he told me he loved me. I screamed - that’s when he hit me. The room began to spin. Felt his hands all over me, smelt his breath infused with the tequila he had been drinking slobbering over me.
What happened to the man I knew I thought. What happened to the tenderness which attracted me to him?"
"You saved me" she said. Her monologue now turned into a dialogue with me. "I dont know what would have happened if you ... Why did you come back?"
"I forgot my bag" he says. The nights experience dismantling it self while the familiarity of life surrounds her. 'I forgot my bag' she smiles and he holds on to her, never wanting to let go.
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Really powerful.
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