Grown Up in the Fast Lane by Kia Storm, pulbished by Lipstick Page Online Magazine

"That's it."

This had become my trademark phrase. He looked at me, with sad puppy eyes, the way he always had. He knew it. I knew it. That was never it.

"Take it."

He hesitated, staring at me suspiciously as if he was wrestling with a deeper part of his conscience that was telling him I was testing him.

"Take it, damn you." I was fighting back tears, trying very hard to be tough. I don't care--why should I care?

"I need you so much." He gripped onto me, holding me in a tight bear hug. I struggle against his grip, summoning strength I didn't even know I had until I pushed him so hard, he stumbled.

"Now look what you've gone and done." Tears streaming uncontrollable down my cheeks, and I was now powerless to stop it.

"Don't do this."

"It's over." I wiped my eyes and stared at him. He looked so helpless, so sad but I had seen this stare far too often to really allow it to affect me now. My mind was made up. I wanted him out of my life.

Copy writed Kia Storm

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