IF YOU ONLY KNEW
The door to my locker was closed tight but a sweet floral scent drifted from the vent. I knew roses sat inside. Where most girls would swoon at the prospect of flowers, the reason behind these made me shutter.
The conversation with Luke the night before had not gone how I’d wanted. I just needed space. Why couldn’t he understand that? He was suffocating me with all his rules. I reached up, lightly touching my neck. Hidden under my high collar was the bruise from where his hand had pressed firmly against my throat. A painful reminder that he had not agreed.