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Listen, can you hear that? It’s the sound of her pain, her confusion and her worry. The tears fall on the paper, running in black streaks down her cheeks. He said they would always stay together no matter what. But latley it hasen’t seemed like that at all. They can never seem to stop bickering over every little thing. He shoots down everthing that she does that he does not approve of. He seems to be controlling her future. Really, he seems more like a controlling parent, wanting everything they could never have for their child then her boyfriend. She’s fed up with feeling like she can’t do anything to please him. He says that he loves her. But does he? Should she let go to save herself before it’s too late? This is something new that he’s never done before. She never thought it were possible for him, he is such a gentle person to her. He hit her, just a small slap on the cheek. There was no sting or any red mark to show what he just did. Nothing was left except the thought of what he could do with more force. But now that same hand wraps around her wait, pulling her closer to him. It makes its way to the line of her skirt and his fingertips slide smoothly under the fabric. He hears her gasp and removes his hand. She can sence the smile on his face. But he can’t see the tears gathering behind her eyes. It was like he was using her as his source of pleasure. But all she feels is pain. The familiar pain that she has felt two times before. The feeling that she is just being used for his sexual desires. Just like the boy she dated before him. This is not like him to be pushing her on this cource of what he wants from her. She sees his blurred figure through her tear-filled eyes. The tears fall from her eyes as she realizes what she needs to do. They need to sit and talk. Just talk. She needs to make him aware of what he is doing to her. Everything will run its course.