1/3/2019 0 Comments 4 am by SunnyIt’s 2 AM. He asked if he could come over, but before I could text him back he is already walking up the stairs. His face is hidden behind a bouquet of sweet smelling roses. I open the door, welcoming him with a hug. But before I could reach him he pushes me away. The smell of alcohol lingers through the room. I see his face covered in bruises, his nose is bleeding, and drops of blood slowly hit the white carpet. While I’m gathering the bandages, I ask him if he has been drinking but he doesn’t answer me. I turn over to look at the clock and feel a slow and cold hand pull my arm backward with strong force. I’m trying to pull away from him but his hands are too strong. He takes me to my bedroom and slams the door. I can’t find a way to escape. It is now 3 AM. He is just staring at me, almost like he is looking through me.
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