She was perfect. Always was, the most perfect thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. No matter what she could ever argue, my thoughts would never change. I’ll probably go to hell for even thinking this, but I wanted her to be mine. ALL mine. My girl, my possession. My property.

Oh well, it’s not like I haven’t been to hell and back before.

I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on her. In a bar. After my fighting. She was just a random girl, hitchhiker, of whom I really didn’t care about.

I can remember the first time I spoke with her. I kicked her out of my trailer, and almost left her for dead. Pretty fucking glad now that I didn’t.

I can remember the first time she touched me..
And almost killed me.

And it was time to go see her again, for the first time in a year and a half.
This time I’d stay.
My hands were shaking.