He is standing in front of you, with a horrid frown on his face, and fists as tough as old boots, your heart beats as loud as a heard of elephants. running in a stampede, this is because you know what's going to happen.

your mind says run while you can, but your heart says for once stick up for yourself, you don't know what to do so you go with your heart. you take a deep breath and tell him to go away, or what? he replies or, or ill tell everybody what happens to you at home, you whisper. 

he weakens off and walks away the last thing I said to him was I made it all up, to see if it would make him go away, but it actually must have been true.

The End