Please, Please

Running, running, running, that's all I seem to be doing these days. This has been going on for months now but I don't know why he keeps doing it though. I asked him that at first but he just got angrier and did it again. In the end I just gave up asking. Now where was I, o ye, running, running, running, running away from him! Dead end, nowhere to go. I hide behind the dustbin, hoping he'll just give up and go away!

"Rebecca, where are you?" I could hear him walking around looking for me. Hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer and closer. He throws the dustbin to the side and pins me against the wall. I tried to scream but he just put his hand over my mouth.

"Why do you keep running away from me babes?" he asks, I could feel his horrible breath stinking of alcohol on my skin.

"Why do you keep doing this to me?" I screamed trying to wriggle away from his grasp. But he's holding on so tight I knock my head on the wall

"I do this for you, because I love you." he says, his stinking breath almost touching my lips.

"Stop it!" I scream trying to get away.

"Why should I?" he asks, just pushing me harder against the wall and holding tighter on my arms. I knew there would be more bruises on there by the morning.

"Please."

A/N: Thanks to Pervectionisoverrated, STORYFREAK101 and FlyingZoe for reviewing and i hope more than just them are reading this. you know what to do now just R&R please.