Kiss me here. Kiss me there.
"Please be gentle." I whisper.
"I'd never hurt you."
On purpose. He'd never hurt me on purpose. But right now, as his hand trails up my leg, thin icicles of pain shoot from his fingertips. His kisses are snowy blizzards, stealing my breath and choking me.
"I love you." I cry.
He stops and pulls away. His eyes are so intense as they stare into mine. He can see right through me, all the way down to my soul. He knows.
I wail and cover my flooding eyes with my arm. It's not fair. I'm not being fair to him. He deserves so much better. Someone he can touch. Someone pure.
I remember it so clearly, sitting in my room playing with my barbie dolls and laughing like a stupid innocent child should be able to laugh. I remember how cold his hand were and the stench of his breath. I remember those horrid words he whispered in my ear and laughed when I whimpered and asked him to stop. He said I was a bad girl. Stupid girl. Ugly girl.
He promised he'd make me into a good girl. Kiss me here. Kiss me there. Touch me, feel me, grope me. He laughed and whispered and I cried. He left me naked. Told me to never tell a soul or he'd kill me. He would make me hurt so much worse.
Matty takes my arm away from my face and pulls me close. He holds me tight and kisses my forehead.
"I'm so wrong." I sob into his shoulder.
"You're not wrong." He assures, "You're perfect."
He smells so sweet, like mints or sugary candy.
"I will always love you Franky. No matter what. We'll get through this one day."
"Someday." I agree.
"Promise."
He kisses me here. Kisses me there.