Weaken Restraint

The harsh sound of a slap rang around the room followed shortly by a muffled sob. Heavy footsteps coursed over to the door and left the room. The door slammed shut, making the door frame rattle lightly. He curled up into himself, hiding his tears in the crook of his arm. His wish was once again stamped out harshly by the words he refused to admit to her. Demand, demand, demand. His restraint is weakening but has not yet broken. Time is ruining out but he tries not to think about it. It'll be his downfall, and he knows it.