Chapter8

#Chapter8

Sitting here for the past thirty minutes trying to think of a way to get this guy out of my bedroom, out of my house and out of my life, I came up short. I wasn’t sure how to get rid of him and all I kept praying for was that he wouldn’t give me a tough time tonight as I already didn’t feel so good from everything that had happened to me.

/"Don’t you want to know?/"

He looked at me with a dark glare tainting his eyes. He had been lounging on my bed staring at the ceiling for the past 30 minutes while I had tried to come up with ways to get rid of him.

/"Huh? Don’t I want to know what?/"

I asked, confused and quite disoriented, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was literally sat on my bed with my rapist as if nothing was wrong. Every time I looked at his face all I could see was him forcing himself onto and into me. The bile rising up my throat was enough to want me hurling my disgust all over him.