“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just-”
He looked up at the ceiling and the gum stuck there by some bored previous occupant. “I guess I just got carried away. Don’t hate me?”

I pushed myself off the bed and walked to the door. Jake’s head now rested in his hands.

“I-I don’t hate you,” I gave in. I couldn’t hurt him – I couldn’t hurt anyone.
“Do you still love me?” He looked up at me with his big eyes.
“I never said-”
“I told you!” he cried. He was too loud. I worried about trespassers from the hall outside. “I told you I loved you! Why don’t you feel the same?!” He started to advance.
“I-I…”
“Tell me you love me.” His face was inches from mine now. “Tell me.”

My hand found the doorknob behind me and started to turn it. Throwing the door open I flitted through the gap and ran. Jacob had scared me. So much that my legs wouldn’t allow me to stop running.
I ran through reception, out the sliding doors and kept running, ditching my car, not stopping till I reached the paisley wallpapered hallway I called home.