Love Hurts

"There you are!" he called when he came around the corner into my hiding place. F**k, now I need a new one. Again. "I've been looking everywhere for you, I thought you'd run off" that was the idea but I just smile and take his hand as he drags me back to the house.

"What do you think you're playing at, I never said you could go out" he hisses at me as soon as the door is closed and we're hidden from the neighbors. I flinch in anticipation of the hit to follow but it doesn't come.

It's worse when he doesn't hit, that means I'm getting worse. I can't be hurt again, this is ruining our relationship.

Author's Note

This is a painful subject but I wrote it a while ago and I feel comfortable with it now. It's not exactly what I experienced but its based off an experience of mine.