Reputation

"So Kitten, are you going to explain what the hell made you so hurt?" He asked me, his stance was brooding and his mouth was posed in a smirk that would make the common eye assume that he was being playful but I knew different; his eyes were dark like coal and didn't have any emotion. I knew he didn't have enough sympathy for me to hold himself back, he was being very restrained and what I told would could make or break this moment and our relationship. There was a tension between us that I felt in every fibre of my being. I also knew that telling him my sob story would do nothing but cause trouble. "Nothing, nothing at all, I feel fine, so can you just take me home?", I asked, hoping he would just drop the subject. He shook his head, "You might not tell me right now but I promise you, eventually you'll need someone to make you whole again and I may or may not be waiting, now come on, I need to get you out of this rain…".