I just remembered something

There was a boy. A boy who was friends with the boy who would hit me and threaten to **** me if he ever caught me with anyone else. A boy that threw knives and destroyed his house when he was blacked out drunk beyond all sense

In this state he was terrified of me. He would tell me that I had the face of an angel but eyes like the devil. And when I'd smile he'd go mad. The boy told all of his friends not to **** with me.

Look at that smile. There's something about her. Don't **** with her.

When he was sober the boy would forget all about it. Look upon me once again as the angel.

I think that's because the rational part of his mind took over.

When he was intoxicated all that remained of his senses were primal instincts. Like ***. And fear.

And he knew what he saw when he looked at me.