The scent and warmth of his body was still clinging to her as she wearily climbed into her car, her confessional, her only friend to whom she spills all of her thoughts and secrets. She did not want to leave. Not because of the fact that she loved spending time with her boyfriend, but because he protected her. He kept her safe without even knowing what he was doing. She did not want to go home to the one who does not care, the one who uses her. She could not stay though. If she is much later he would show no mercy.
The drive home could not last long enough. She could not play her music loud enough. Time could not stand still. She wanted to turn around and flee in the opposite direction. She wanted to fly away from this mess. The last moment of her freedom came as she turned onto her street. Dread filled her body. She was no longer scared. Fear was something that she conquered long ago. But the dread and knowledge of the physical and mental pain to come engulfed her. She still hurt from