Unfriendly Reunion

His strong hands held on to mine and I felt like I was going to puke on his face. He stared at me with wide eyes and my nausea increased.

For a split second everything became dark before I blinked quickly. I tried to move my hands but he had a strong grip. I fought and kicked but he still managed to put me under. Sweat beads decorated my forehead as I tired to catch my breathe. The memories were hitting me harder than I imagined but I still managed to fight back. My therapist had said my brain had found a way to bury them but now everything was replaying in front of me. I blinked countless of times and stared at the man in front of him.

I felt petite underneath him, his hair was messy and wet. He looked at me with a frown on his face. Despite that he still looked attractive. I shifted uncomfortably as his eyes pierced my soul.

One of his hands held both of mine and I figured what he was about to do.

I thrashed my legs and moved my face. His entire weight was on me. He pulled down t