one of the few things I remember is standing at the corner of his garage pleading please, stop. while he laughed, circled the pool table, breaking the billiards into two pockets close and tight, that wide grin spread across his face before sprinting through his front door hoping i'd be too drunk to remember him spitting *get yourself home on your own
closely followed by waking up to his cold hands, a soft sorry, you'll be okay, he's whispering.