Wishful Thinking

Analise's POV
I got up and started to unpack. I went to the closet and opened it. Of course it was unnecessarily huge. I sighed and went to one corner. I unpacked which only took about twenty minutes. When I placed my suitcases under an alcove in the closet I heard the door open. I stiffened. What if it was Decklin? I think I would not handle being in the same room.

"Analise?" Decklin called. Oh shit.
I froze and quietly backed into the closet. I crouched down once I got to a corned. I tried to stay as invisible as possible. My heart shattered when I heard the closet door open. I squeezed myself tighter hoping I can just disappear right here. 
"Analise?" he asked, "What are you doing?" 
I didn't say anything. He walked closer. He then grabbed my shoulder. I flinched. I started to tear up. I hate this. Just leave me alone. He grabbed my other shoulder with his other hand. Tears were pouring down my face. If he was gonna hit me just do it already. The anticipation was torturing me. He held on to me and I was about to go insane. I broke and spoke to him.
"Just do it already." I whispered.
"What?" he asked confused. 
"Just do it and get over with it." I said a little louder
"What are you talking about?"
"Just do it." I said louder getting a little worked up.
"Do what?" he said getting louder.
I couldn't take it anymore. He knew what I was talking about. All males knew. My father knew, my ex-boyfriend knew, even some strangers knew. That's right my father wasn't the only one. 
"Just hit me already!" I screamed, "Just hit me already." 
He let go of me and I sobbed into my arms. Then I felt arms go around me. 
"Im not going to hit you." he whispered, "Why would I?" 
"A-all of y-you do." I tried to say between sobs.
"What do you mean?" he asked concerned.
I couldn't answer, not yet anyway. It would be too much for me to handle. I mean I'm already freaking out inside that a guy is hugging me.
"N-not y-yet." I stuttered. 
"Okay." 
My sobbing subsided into just crying. It was suprising that he held me through all of this. Then I realized that I said 'HE'. I freaking out and roughly pushed him away. 
He looked at me bewildered. 
"What the hell was that for!?" he screamed.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
"I try to help you, but you still pushed me away." 
I didn't say anything.
"What's wrong with you?" 
"I'm sorry." 
"And what are you sorry for."
"I'm sorry for being so messed up."

Decklin's POV

I scoffed and walked out the closet leaving her there.  
I try to comfort her, then she has the balls to push me away. I want to help her, but she's making it extremely difficult. She keeps herself isolated. I want her to open up. This is the first time I actually opened up too, but I'm not messed up like her. I want to know her problems and help her with them. Should I help her if she pushes me way and keeps herself completely isolated and closed in?