Her Last Supper

She was careful to not speak too much As everything she said was wrong Her playful fun side was absent at supper Her friends thought she might be sick Not realizing she was being groomed A plaything of a seasoned sociopath She was secretive about her new guy They knew she must have one though She was not drinking today. Pregnant? They guessed. She acted shy, coy, stared at her hands. She knew she would be punished upon her return But this was worth it. Maybe her last supper. Why don’t you answer your phone anymore? Or text? Or play tennis? Or go shopping with us? They had no idea how much trouble she was in. He was ready to rip her to pieces by the time she returned