He touched me…hard

And my face got bruised.
He was sorry,
It was just a little touch.
I bruise easily.. he said
His touch wasn’t the same soft, sweet and sensual touch I remember.
It felt like it forgot how to be on me.
It was forceful.
It hurt.
My skin was not used to this…
…but he was sorry anyway.
I know and I love him.
I tried to change the cause of this new touch.
…not to feel that kind of touch again.
I changed.
He touched me again…
Harder..
I didn’t know what caused his new interest in touching me …hard
I stopped arguing..
He touched me. Softer this time…
..and I liked it.
I enjoyed it.
We smiled at each other..
..now..more often.
And then his phone rang…and I touched it.
He touched me hard.
“Why?
..What did I do?”
He walked out.
...he came back. He was sorry.
I know he was cos he cried and held me tight, asking forgiveness.
I love him. Of course I forgive him.
I love him so much.
I was sorry. I shouldn’t have touched the phone. His phone was his business.
My phone rang.
My male friend called. I smiled as I talked…after I ended the call, he touched me hard..
Then I knew it was never going to end
I remember the day I accepted the ring and today I regret the night I put the ring on.
…
The touch was the new thing.
It was the in-thing.
I walked on egg shells around him.
I smiled when he smiled. He loved me and I love him.
I had a curfew.7pm On lucky days.
I missed my friends.
My friends missed me.
He could go out whenever..
..I couldn’t
Cos he loves me too much he said.
●[“Honey, I don’t like the way men look at you.
Honey, you don’t have to go out. If your friend wants to see you, let her come.”]●
He continued the hard touch.
Until one day, I couldn’t feel the touch again. This wasn’t the hardest I had felt, but this brought an end to the feelings.
I could hear his voice, I could see him cry…
…I was helpless. I wish I could tell him not to cry, that I was Okay, that it would only be for a while I would feel this numbness.
.I wanted to open my mouth, show him I still had the strength to feel, but I couldn’t.
I didn’t have the strength to.
My weakness had let me down. I could see him crying.
I could hear his wails.
My eyes rolled in.
My body was shutting down. I didn’t want to let him down, but my body was letting me down.
His cries got lower.
Everything almost stopped working, until everything stopped. 😢
Nothing else.
Did I die?
After death, you don’t feel anything again.
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