"You can't make me do anything."
Whispers in the room.
"Ha!" Laughter from his eyes and words,
"Yes I can."
Lips violently reaching mine--
My body wants more but--

SLAP!

A mark of rejection left on his face.
I'm gone.
Running for safety
Down the stairs
In the bathroom.
I just want to run,
Running from him--
Did I lose him?
Is he gone?
I don't care by now--
My heart weeps too loudly
For any voice of comfort.

I might have been able to hear him
Calling my name and
"Sorry."
But I was hurt too much before.
I might have loved him,
I might still love him,
But the injury on my heart
Had no justice done on his damaged
Pride.