“I’m sick!” She screamed. “I’m fucking sick and tired of people like you telling me what I should do, how I should feel!”
“You’re being ridiculous, and making a scene, let’s go home, little one.” He smiled through it all, but his eyes warned her to be silent. To be a good little girl and do as he says. The eyes of the crowd are drifting away from the older man, possibly this young woman's father. They wonder why she’s acting out. The man seems to be kind and gracious even!
“No! I’ll never go back to that hell hole. You’ll kill me sooner than I’d go willingly.” Her arms flailed, causing more people to slow and watch the scene unfold. The man noticed this and became angrier.
The man growled at her, but she remained strong in her stance. He won’t scare her anymore. He’s had too much power over her life and today was the last night he would hurt her.
“Enough! You really don’t want to do this, Anya. Now let’s go home before something really bad happens.” With each exhale his face looks more agitated. Any longer and he’ll show his true colors amongst strangers. She is pushing him to a point in which survival is near impossible. If she leaves with him now, she’ll die by his fists.
As loud as she can, the young woman yelled out, “I’m doing this for me because I want to! It doesn't matter that you’ll kill me, at least I’ll be free from your abusive ass! You can’t threaten me anymore.” Her hands quake from the exertion, but if...