13. The Ownership

He looked at me and abruptly let me go, obviously not wanting to kill me. But I didn't expect him to mauled my lips, when his mouth crashed to mine. His hand was back to gripping my neck, he was hurting me and he knows it and I was welcoming the pain.

I hated him, I hated the way he made me feels, I hated myself for letting him gets to me. My hands were on his chest trying to push him with all my strength. He moved an inch but then stopped, and stood still as my effort meant nothing to him.

"Fuck you! I don't want this! Just fucking KILL me already!"

My chest hurts so bad, my vision was blurry. I couldn't breathe, I was punching him hard but he held my wrists easily.  He was not letting me go, he was keeping me still in his arms while I shattered. My body leaned sluggishly against