When my back hits the wall, anger rises in me and I debate hitting back or doing something, but for the moment, I take it. I let the anger burn and bubble and I press my back against the wall and just watch him. "Do this to you?" I echo, and maybe I won't keep that anger in. "I haven't done anything to you! Would you stop saying that, would everyone just stop..." I sputter, the rage cutting me off as I clench my fists and release them, pushing him to try and get him off me. "I wanted you, I love you," I spit the words at him. "I didn't do anything to you, I didn't change you or force you, I didn't!" I wildly insist, jaw set. "I didn't make you do this! I didn't do this to you."