Fadeless

As she had my strands at the roots she dragged me to the brown long loveseat in the living room. It had space between itself and the wall that separated the dining room and the living room ahead of me was a loveseat and white wall. I tried to focus deeply on that white wall but it was nearly impossible as my head was being bashed into the very edge to the back of the couch where the wood and fabric met the embroidery together. "What did you tell them?!" She kept screaming repeatedly as she ...