This awkward embarrassing moment is making me recall some memories that I'm not willing to remember, yet I don't really have a choice. Well, especially when the moments keep repeating themselves each time when I'm around him and with a sick unfair way.
"What are you doing here, Adrian? I mean how did you get in here?" I ask him at once, as he stands in front of me like a statue.
At least this time, he has the decency to look at my face, without staring at my body with his evil greedy eyes. Even though, I'm sure he didn't want to touch me last time, he just wanted me to feel humiliated and he wanted to prove that I'm a cheap girl that doesn't fit in his fancy family.
I find myself staring at his black and blue bruised lip; that he didn't bother himself to put a band aid on it. Well, I suppose he likes to look harsh for girls to fall blind for him as always, and like I did once.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!