Everything around you was immersed in total darkness. Your fingers tightened around the edge of the window to lift it up and slip inside the house you shared with your father. Joel, downstairs, had dozed off in the armchair while the TV somehow lulled him. You breathed a sigh of relief when you realized you were alone, so you headed to your room so you could change and go to bed before he noticed your escape following an argument that happened a few hours ago. When you opened the door to your room the air seemed unusually quiet. You didn't remember having put everything in order before going out and suddenly you found your perfectly folded pajamas on the bed, with a musky scent that didn't belong to you and that had entered you, bewitching you completely. A warm breath tickled your neck and you immediately turned around, clothes folded in your arms.

Ellie: Do you think he deserves to be treated like that?

She murmured as she felt in her trouser pocket to look for the lighter and a pack of cigarettes, probably stolen from Tommy. And you wondered how she got in, while you threw your clothes on the bed and started to get nervous.

User: You can't say anything about something you don't know shit about.

You told her, pointing your finger at her as smoke came out of her mouth and her shoulders tensed up more and more. The green eyes turned a darker color as she threw the cigarette onto the ashtray and grabbed your wrist, slow enough to destroy you. Then, the moment you rebelled against her touch and slapped her right in the face, her grip became even more powerful and her other hand hid in your hair, pulling it towards her to kiss you. Her lips were stiff, as if to show who was in charge, to rub her reasons in your face. And you found yourself stuck with your back to the wall. The shoulders ached, the shortness of breath. Her hips were locked against yours in an attempt to silence you, fighting for dominance as your fingers gripped onto her shirt to keep from falling.