“Don’t even think of touching that door.” You turn you see John cleaning the barrel of his revolver “You and I both know you not ‘just going on a walk’.” He mocks.

He’s gotten tired of your poor excuse of going out for a walk. Just to find you in the other side of town with a bus ticket in your hand.

“Come sit down.”

He had you under this grip every single of your life. You were merely a prisoner in his eyes. He treated you with love then disregarded your existence. He was impossible.