Posted by: DIYwriting | April 6, 2022

Off Your Chest

“You need to talk about it.  Keeping it inside is never going to help.”  Nathan started reaching out his hand and I recoiled. I couldn’t even believe he was trying to reconcile with me. And touch me? That would never happen again. I didn’t even want to think about what I would do if he touched me. 

“You are the last person I need to talk to.  You are the reason I have things to hide,” I hissed.  “I was fine until we started dating.” 

I turned and started to walk away and heard his footsteps fall in beside me. Luckily, he didn’t walk too close so there was no chance of our elbows or hands brushing. I still felt myself stiffen so I wouldn’t look like I was afraid of him or what he could and would do to me. My neck started to burn as I felt the entire food court following us with their eyes. Sydney and her troop of mean girls were here so I knew this entire confrontation would be replayed at the lunch table come Monday. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nathan said smiling slightly.  I knew he knew.  He just knew people were listening and finally paying attention.  And he wanted to come out on top in the end and I knew how I could win. It just had to wait until we made it to the parking lot and no one else could witness what I was about to do. 


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