You grabbed me by the arm before I had the chance to walk away — and my body froze, expecting an anticipated blow.

I held back the sharp grunt of pain that wanted to escape when you dragged me to a corner.

You're hurting me. You always have.

You harshly pulled my left sleeve up, stood there in dumbstruck silence and then proceeded to stare straight into my eyes with intensity.

"Are you fucking stupid?" You growled at me when we were finally alone.

I shook my head. Is this enough now? Did I finally pay the price?

You wanted these scars, why are you angry now?