I hurry along the dark alleyway, ready to get home as soon as possible. It's starting to get cold, and my waitress uniform ends at my knees, leaving my legs bare and frigid. At least I have a jacket for my arms.  The path is lit sporadically, by a few flickering streetlights. I focus on that, instead of him. But I can't help it. Swallowing I run my hand over my empty eye socket, feeling the ridged knife scars. The gouges sent a shiver through me every time. He hurt me so much.

"Hey, girl with one eye". I stop in my tracks unwilling to turn around. His voice is like the cold breath of a grave. That chilling, fear-inducing but ultimately attractive voice. 

"Don't fuss and relax, your pretty little face stopped me in my tracks" Pretty face? PRETTY? Scarred, is the right word, and I knew whose fault that was. I turn around and sight him, leaning against the brick wall. His mop of hair covers his brow, and standing behind the lamp has cast him into shadow. I see him running a blade underneath his fingernails. A dirty knife. Covered in my stains. Rage fills me, and contempt. 

"Careful", I smirk, "Don't step on the cracks". But how I wish he would, and how I wished he would, and how I wished unluckiness would befall him like a sledgehammer. Damn me, I knew his reputation was kind of clouded with dirt. And now I sleep with one eye open, because that's the price I paid. I got away, though.

"HEY GIRL WITH ONE EYE", he yells. "Get your filthy fingers out of my pie."

I turn to walk away, there's no reasoning with a sociopath. I should be walking on a well-lit street, not a narrow alley shortcut.  My heart pounds in my ears, and my face is flushed with anger and unspeakable rage. He ruined me, marred me and he came back. After seventeen long years. I should have taken self-defense, should have done something. But I didn't. And now I'm trapped.

"I said 'HEY GIRL WITH ONE EYE'", he glares at me intensely underneath heavy-lidded eyes "I'll cut your little heart out..... because you made me cry"

I can't take it anymore. I have to get away from him. I have to, I have to. I turn around and start with a full-out sprint.

"You made me cry" He howls.

"OH, you made me cry"

He catches my shoulder and me slams me into a wall, and I get my wind knocked out of me.

"I took a knife and cut out your eye, I took it home and watched it wither and die." He smirks "You're lucky I didn't slip you a smile."

I try to kick out, and narrowly miss his chin.  He cups my face, almost gently, but then slams my head into the brick wall.

But desperation and passion has made him strong. He slams me into the wall and with every slam he wails "You made me cry"

"You made me cry". 

Spots bloom across my vision and I try to scream, try to do anything. Nothing happens, my jaw is welded shut and my limbs are to weary to move.  "No" I murmur, shutting my eyes. Tears leak out through the corners. He throws me to the concrete pavement viciously, and I land with a thud, my head cracking against the stone. As my vision blackens, his sallow face swims and he slips his hand under my skirt and says

"Don't worry it's not going to hurt".

I awaken minutes later, battered, bruised and violated. He sees me wake up, and pulls his knife from his belt once more. "Make it stop" I sob. "STOP" I yell to the heavens.

"No." He leans closer and shakes his head. His eyes glimmer intensely, his pupils are dilated with anger. His grin stretches wide, he takes perverse pleasure out of this.

"No, not today, girl with one eye. Now you sleep with one eye open, that's the price you paid FOR MAKING ME CRY"

He hangs his head slightly and gets up from his squatting position. I relax slightly, hoping it's over. He walks five or six paces then turns around. My heart beats faster, awaiting fresh pain.

But only in a practically inaudible whisper "I'll cut your little heart out, cause you made me cry". And he walks away.