On the Ropes
“At almost three a.m.
The man who’d supposedly been so worried about my safety didn’t chase after me. Not that I would have responded if he had. I would’ve walked home on bloody hands before I sat beside him in a vehicle.
Before I let him touch me again.
The short trip home was still long enough for me to replay every moment of the night. The magic of the carnival, the joy at finding his kitchen fully stocked for me. The wildness of our lovemaking.
I was only eighteen. Too young to be truly in love. That’s what I told myself as the subway train chugged through the dark, and I sat on the edge of a seat, almost hoping someone would make me hurt on the outside like I hurt on the in.
Maybe I was more like my sister than I’d ever guessed.
I let myself in the apartment, and curled up on the couch without undressing. I didn’t get a blanket.
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