“Now, here is what you’re going to do. Give me your phone number, and let’s keep in touch, hm?” Drake pinches my chin, staring straight into my eyes. It was the same eyes I fell in love with all those years ago.
I hate it. I hate that I’m still urged to obey him because he will hurt me if I don’t.
I clench my fist.
I need to resist him.
I survived when he left me.
It took me so long to gather myself and my sanity. It’s as if he still has this power over me, and the compulsion he used to groom in me is still present, though I prayed for it to stay gone for good.