Submissive

"Your pride will kill you." My ex-boyfriend stated. We sat facing eachother on the bench.

"One day, maybe it would." I couldn't help but agree, I'm dying inside.

"It's killing you slowly. Day after day. Little by little." My ex-boyfriend continued.

"Yea." I sighed. My pride would kill me. Not unless I don't let it.

"I've got a really submissive behaivor. I might not act like it, being stubborn most of the time. I am, though." I stood up from the bench.

"Sit." My ex-boyfriend commanded me.

"Who do you think you are, ordering me around?" I sat down anyways.

"Huh. That ruins it." He chuckled. I pouted a bit.

"Ya know how you said my pride would kill me?" I prepared myself to finnish, "If I have to, I will b-b-beg if you won't tell anyone what's going on."

I started to slide off the bench slowly, ready to get on my knees.

"Alice. I already promised you."

I shot up, standing. Thank gawd. It would kill me if I went on my knees and bowed my head. I truely don't want anyone to know.

"Sit." He commanded me again.

"Who do you think you are?" I sat down.