I raise my arm wielding a small green hair brush at the man who has hurt me so. I wind my fist up behind my head for ample throwing trajectory as his hand locks around my wrist. I gasp, an in a moment of surprise, I instinctively (and stupidly) drop my only source of protection. There goes the barrier I tried to build so high between us.
     He regains the power he doesn't even know he has over me. Just being in the same room as him is a deafening distraction. His blue eyes stare into mine, his soul oozes vulnerability and I ache all over again. I can see he is sorry and he is anguishing over what he's done. I want to forgive him for all of his miss failings in that one second, but I know I shouldn't.
     I snap back into reality-he's been touching me for longer than a couple seconds. I writhe out of his hands like an injured snake flails hopelessly in a trap. My injures may be internal but they're just as deadly.