He'll be sorry

  I lived in my dream world where Mark was all mine.  I imagined my crush and his friend were going to rape and murder me.  I ran for my life.  That was what I convinced myself of to cope with the facts I wasn't able to accept.  I see him at Safeway and casually say Hi.  I was never afraid of him like I told all those stuffy adults in that weird room. I just could never get him to be alone with me. But he did look physically ill when I said hi. It's because my nose is big and my eyes close together I look crosseyed.  That doesn't matter to the other boys. How is it he can't like me as much as I like him?  He knows who my dad is.  I always get what I want....always