Every hope, every fear, everything. I kicked, I cried, I begged, I bit, I pushed, in my most shameful moment I kissed. I felt my chest filling with fiery acid. I was going to be sick. “Que pensaría tu madre de ti ahora?” I tried. With this his grip loosened, he had lost control for less then a half second. He was thinking and I was running, through the manicured garden. I didn’t look back and he didn’t follow.