The phone rings
I pick up and hear his distant voice
The man I've tried to avoid
Is coming to pick me up because-
"We need to talk"
My knees are weak and so were my words
He desperately honks 3 times upon arrival
His impatience is written all over his face
Before I can reach for my seat belt
He speeds away from the curb
I'm nervous
He doesn't seem very troubled
I notice him eye my thigh
His knuckles tighten around the wheel
I shift in my seat with uneasiness
It's late, it's dark
I want to go home
He pulls into an empty parking lot
Before I can speak, he grabs my neck
And he pulls me closely into him
He starts ripping at my clothes
I scream, I kick and fiddle with the door handle
I slap him in a moment of furious shock
As he places his hand on his red cheeks
I jolt for the door and tumble out
I lay, crying and shaken, on the cold pavement
He gets scared and slams on the accelerator
His tires peel away
Black streaks are left on the ground and
mascara streaks run down my cold face
I'm left alone... He's finally left me
Alone |
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