The Room

Red walls and an old red leather couch we sit. Side by side in the dark with the tv being the only light. He kisses me. He tells me he loves me. I know what happens when he starts this. I love him. He grabs my face and starts kissing me… rough. It’s okay I like it like that but I’m just not in the mood. A little kissing wont hurt me though. His hands slide hungrily down my body. Please don’t not today. I’m tired. I’ve been fighting for a long time. I haven’t slept, eaten and barely spoke in days. Can’t he see I’m depressed. I tell him no over and over. Baby I’m so tired not tonight okay? I love you but not tonight. He rolls his eyes but doesn’t stop. I try to push him away. He grabs my wrists. He grabs them so tight i can already feel them start to bruise. He gets close to my ear lay still and let it happen i promise it will feel good. His hand over my mouth it didn’t feel good. I didn’t want it. He finishes and caresses my face. I told you it wouldn’t be that bad as he kisses my forehead. He looks me in my eyes i love you so much baby you’re so beautiful. And in that moment i realized he loved it when I’m scared… when i fight. Yeah i love you too.