As we go about our thing. Why do so many memories resurface for me? Why does it give me pleasure when you touch every part of my body again? I have long inscribed in my heart that I should only feel hatred, but why do you erase all the horrible memories that you are the only one who gives? Please help me understand since I don't know. It's as if you're pulling apart my head and heart, separating my feelings.

"Caroline?" He beat me hard, and I was even pinned to the bed with my hand on my head. We're back in bed now; he brought me back and I'm...