Who to trust?
The question I pondered as I turned away from him. I was surrounded by too many fibs and it hurt to think that my life turned out that way in the blink of an eye. Like a magnet, I felt myself drawback to him. He gripped my waist and his eyes locked in mine.
"I do not mean to hurt you." He told me.
"Get your hands off me!" I warned him while freeing myself.
"I am only trying to protect you," he said,
"Protect me? I am sick of hearing that. Does it look like I need protection? I can f*cking protect myself! I'm tired of everyone treating me like some damn child" I pushed him off.
"It's always going to be this way, isn't it?" He asked, with a disappointed look on his face.
"What did you say?" I inquired, ready for a fight.
"Is it so easy to make you change your mind about someone you love?" He replied.
"Whoever said I loved you?" I told him.