Pushing For Death

He comes and sits down in front of me.

“You know I love you, don’t you? But you went and got me locked up, locked up for something you caused.” I think about his words, and maybe I can try another way. Maybe begging to go home is the wrong thing for me to do, and I should make him realise he needs me.

“I know, Max, I am sorry. I was scared,” I admit. He looks at me to see if I am being honest.

“Why would you be scared of me?” He looks confused like he doesn’t see what he has done now and what has happened in the past, so I lie.

“I was scared of commitment. I was scared that if I committed to you that you would leave me.” I hope this will work. If I could just get him to think I love him, maybe he will let me leave with him.

“No, you didn’t. You reported me to the police. You ran and hid. You told lies.” He moves closer, getting angrier.

“I did, yes, because I was scared of spending my life with you when you could have walked away so easily. I knew Georgina fancied you the first time