1. Clean slate

He throw the vase I was holding on the bed and one second we were in my room the next we were at the top of some building he was still holding on to my arm. The night was cold and since I was wearing shorts it was even colder for me we stared at each other I focused on his lips stop don't focus on his lips what is wrong with you!! I said to myself.

Then he smirked and I felt his soft hands push me off roughly I screamed at the top of my lungs thinking this was my death the more closer I got to the ground the faster my heart beat I'm going to die!! I kept thinking to my self tears leaked out of my face. I closed my eyes when I was about to hit the ground.