"No! Natasha. enough!" Lance shouts right in my face as the tears in my eyes continuously slid down to my cheeks making sure to taint them. "I have had enough from you" he continues, sliding his hands in his pant pockets. "I have been patient with you. You have pushed me away times without numbers, trapped in your hate for men but I still held on hoping that maybe, just maybe one day you might come around but you never did." he paused for a second and said "no more" "you don't understand" I say dropping my eyes to the floor, am not sure am ready to say this. "you could have made me understand. you could have trusted me and told me. maybe I would have understood" he says and turns to leave. I pushed him too far. I pushed him away. He doesn't understand. He would never understand. "How could I have told you that am damaged!?" I yell after him before he could fully exit the room. He stops and so I continue. "How could I have told you that I was rapped in front of my entire family?" I say in between sobs. open book to read more.