She looked at him as he pulled out the pocketknife and she backed up until she couldn't back up any further and her head was against the wall. She kept shaking her head. "No no no no no no no" She kept repeating over and over again as she cried and shook her head. All of the memories came flooding back to her. The way that he would come home when he was drunk. They lived together for a year and dated for 2 years. She was so scared for her life with him. She hated when he came home drunk because he was so hurtful. She still had scars from when he used to cut her on her arms. SHe shook her head in complete and utter fear of that pocketknife. "No no no" She cried as she sat down and sobbed and shook in fear.