Blood drips down my arm as I stare at him.
I held my glaze with him.
Anger was inbed in his eyes.
I stood my ground.
"You don't scare me,"
I can still feel the blood running down my arm.
I refuse to back down.
I don't want to.
I don't want to be know as a coward.
I will not be that girl.
I will not be another girl whose been left behind because of you.
Don't you understand?
I am not a weak girl.
I refuse to be another mistress to you.
You don't understand that I am not like the other girls.
I am not that type of girl.
I am not the type of girl who would be woe by you.
And all the things that makes it bad.
Is your married to someone I loved deepily.
Someone of my blood.
I refuse to break her trust even now.
I refuse to become your mistress.
It doesn't matter now or back then.
I will not soil myself because of your foolishness.
I refuse to be known as a homewreaker.
I refuse to be known as child mistress back then.
It still apples to day.
I refuse to allow you to use my body.
You are not the man who I would be able to face the world to known that you fathered my children.
You are not the man I want as the father of my children.
I'm kinda glad when you ran.
I was able to break free of your cursed hold.
I afraid if you had stay near me until I was old enough to marry.
You might have married me off to one of your raped friends.
Maybe next time you'll be careful what you say to your friends.
I will not be some gift that can be given away.
I am not some mail-order bride.
I will not be that girl who married young.
I would not let you control my life anymore.
You are not my master or owner.
I will not be given away like a slave.
No, I do not want you in my life.
I refuse to be used like a toy!
No longer will I fight this fight with you.
I am no longer your play thing!
I am through with you!
I refuse to fight this battle!
I am through fighting with you!
I am walking away!
This battle is old and I will not take part in it no more.
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