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Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Our “unspoken exchange” was very brief, I had to say something.

“Go ahead! Hit me!” Classic, bold and primitive. I hadn’t planned it, I hadn’t thought it through. If I had done either of those things, it probably wouldn’t have happened.

I remember shaking a little, but I wasn’t feeling the same fear I had known before. It was an anxiousness of the unknown that was causing me to tremble.

He glared into my eyes for a few seconds, lowered his fist and turned and walked away. He never hit me again after that.

I wasn’t normally that confrontational, I took a chance that I don’t recommend anyone taking. At the time, I was more afraid to continue being abused than I was to take another hit. At least it would have been my choice to stand up and fight instead of cowering and begging for it to stop.

~KT~

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