Me: No! Why don’t you listen? Listen to yourself! You need help! This doesn’t help you! You need help!
John froze as my hurtful words hit home. He merely released one of my arms and turned me to face him.
John: I love you. I never mean to hurt you.
Me: Sure sure.
John: No. I love you.
Me: If you love me so much, get help! You need help!
I pulled herself free and ran to Patrick. He would protect me now. There was nothing to fear except a drunk man with issues. Ok that’s enough to fear, but as John stepped closer, they glared at each other. The area was tense as I prepared to win this freedom fight. No matter what. I was winning.