"Being controlled makes me feel safe," Luna told him. "Sometimes it's the only thing that makes me feel safe in this shitty, dangerous, fucked up world." She scrunched up her face because she could feel tears pricking at her eyes as she thought of some man peeling her skin away just because she'd been a mouthy little bitch.
Get it the fuck together! she demanded, taking a low steadying breath. "I know you don't get it, and I know you would never want to be that for me. But every time you weren't there over that week... I was just miserable. When you were there it was good- so good- but the second you were gone, I felt so alone and lost that I wanted to die."