she woke up because her feet were cold The window was open and she had not the audacity to stand and shut it in someone else’s house He was still asleep beside her The sheets were stained with her maiden’s blood That was all right She was twenty But him.... He was also twenty but that’s not the point This was the boy who put her through hell during both middle and high school The bully There was that time when he pushed her down the stairs and broke her thumb that time during the field trip when he threw a rock straight into the side of her head that time when he put a frog in her lunchbox And another in her backpack that she carried home That time he kicked the ball in her face giving her a bloody nose that time when he threw a snowball at her ear And there was another incident resulting in a chipped tooth and all of that was besides the name-calling and the random hair pulling and the tripping and the scaring and all... Yet now here she was Here they were In his house In his bed And all because he contacted her the previous day and apologized for everything. Truth is her life placed some nasty miles both behind and ahead of her and someone being nice all of a sudden... It was so easy to get her And what did he think of her now? She felt tears trickling down her cheeks as she thought of this and stared at his sleeping body beside her Maybe the time to get revenge was now Or was it not?