Want to play a game?

I thought I had escaped you for good.
Your face no longer flashes across my mind when I walk to my car alone.
The bruises are a distant memory.
Your degrating and insulting words have lost their sting.
I thought I was free.
I was wrong.

Your name and face popped up next to the "confirm" or "delete request" tabs.
My heart sank, my breath haulted, and once again you had control over me.
That night came rushing back.
The fear overcame me.
Every moment became unbearably real.

After the shock wore off, I regained my breath and remembered my strength.
I'm not fragile and I don't break easy.
I'm not running this time.
You want to play a game?
Game on.

I promise you, you'll lose.
I'm in charge.
You don't get to be in control.
I win the game this time.