Hear Me

Stephen parks his car on the side of the road.

I want him to stop staring at me.

Quickly, I reach back and grab my skateboard before throwing the door open and exiting the car.

I hadn't worn a seat-belt the whole time.

He calls after me, getting out of the car as well and catching up with my fast pace.

Go away.

I look straight ahead and keep walking.

He should go back to ignoring me.

I jump and slap Stephen's hand when I feel it clamp down on my shoulder.

Oh my God.

I tell him to never fucking touch me.

That's the most I've said to him in years.

He puts his hands up as if to surrender and apologizes.

He's surprised by my outburst.

If only he knew.