Nicole ~
I waited but he did not respond to me. He just knelt there, still looking at my feet.
I crossed my arm.
"I asked you a question."
Still nothing. But he had stopped looking at my feet, he was getting up, and ignoring me while he did so.
It irked me. Actually, no, scratch that, it infuriated me to no end. Everyone seemed to think that I was someone that could be walked over, someone with no particular presence. I hated it. I wanted to be known, to be acknowledged, to stop feeling smaller than I was.
Who did he think he was?
"Answer me." I demanded, I was getting angry. But I had no idea why I was so worked up. Was it because I was powerless in my own life and I wanted to retain some semblance of control? Was that it? Or did I just want to feel bigger than this man who was on his kneels until just a moment ago?
