I Trust You

I stare blankly at my photo booth pictures from Hawaii. We looked so happy. I don't know why I ever tought he would never hurt me. He even told my parents that he didn't feel the need to be like how he used to.

F***boys always do what f***boys do.

I hear a knock at the front door. Must be Julie, we're going to watch movies and eat ice cream.

"Come in!" I yell, putting the pictures in my drawer under my clothes. I don't want to look at those anymore. I hear the footsteps getting closer to my room.

"Julie, what movies did you bring?" I look up and I immediately feel more tears sting my eyes.

"Get out," I demand, pushing him out of my room.

"Tara, please just listen to me." He grabs my wrists but I still push him to the living room.

"I don't want to!"

"G**damn it baby, please!"