SWEETHEART
"Anthony.............."
I called out his name. I raise my hand to touch his face, but I just can’t. He was just there, looking at me intently, hiding in the dark. There's a storm outside. Storm? I glanced up to the window. Yeah, I saw raindrops. And I could even hear the noisy, roaring thunder as the lightning striked out from nowhere.
"Come here Anthony. Why are you so far?"
I saw him shaking his head. "I might hurt you. I'll just watch you from a distance Ysabel. I'm fine here."
"You can't hurt me. You don't want to hurt me. Come here Anthony. Come to me." I was just here lying in a wooden bed. Wooden bed?
Where am I?
When I spoke the words, he makes his way to get closer to me. "I might hurt you Ysabel. I might do things you don't want to."
I smiled as I shake my h
