you were standing in front of me. shaking. crying. i let you in my room. looking down at you

“you have to talk, baby.. tell me what happened.” i try to reassure you, like quite a while now. as you finally look up at me, you talk

“he tried… t- t- to touch me.” my eyes darken immediately. i tense. so much hate and anger starting to burn up, as i try to walk to the door

“i will kill him.” you hold my arm, your head shaking, your body too. fear in your face

“no, no…p-please dont go, dont go, dont leave…” my voice breaking.. the tears still run down.. once a while ago i made a promise.. i would never leave when you ask me to stay..