Victim of Circumstance | UNDER RIGOROUS EDITING

Chapter 2 - Retentions & Wrangles

||Valeria||

Oh, God. Oh, God. No. No. It can't be. This can't be happening to me. No. Please stop.

"Please... stop." I cry, struggling to free myself from his hold. Get off of me dammit.

I try to push the masked pig off of me but he's too strong. He is too strong and doesn't even move a muscle. I'm helpless against him.

My tears burn my cheeks as they run down my cheeks in frantic.

Please someone help me, I plead silently. Please. My worst nightmare has come through. It's happening.

No. No. No.

I try to squirm out of his hold but he's having both my hands pined above my head. I start kicking helplessly, but he is nowhere near my knees or worse my legs. The filthy prick is straddling me. His smelly mouth is all over my body.

No. No. Don't touch me.

I attempt to squeeze out, fighting with all force I can gather but I can't. I grasp his bottom lip-hard between my teeth as soon as he forces them on mine. He starts grunting in pain, muttering a trail of profanities under his breathe.

Still having a hold on his lips, I tell myself, I won't let it go. I can feel the acidic taste of his blood in my mouth. But that doesn't make me release it. Instead I bite harder. He groans loudly, and before I know it, I feel an earth shuttering pain in my gut.

"Oomph!" I breathe out in agony, loosening the hold on his lip in the process. The bastard elbowed me.

"You're going to pay for that you dirty bitch." His spine-chilling voice rasps in my ears. I know that voice. I know it but from where? I ask myself. "I've been eyeing you for far too long. I'll have you tonight no matter what." He says with an evil grin playing on his lips, before he blurts out in a malicious laughter, still having my hands pined above my head.

I stop fighting, knowing it's a lost cost. I let the tears lose and they fall, breaking my will and everything. It's useless. I'm breaking. I'm broken. He's going to...

No. No. No. Please no. Help me. This can't be happening to me.

I start screaming. Louder than before but it doesn't help. It'll not help. No one will hear me. Its dark and I was walking pass a quiet riverbed when he attacked me.

I'm losing tune of the real world. I'm in a trance. It's a dream. It feels like a dream. This can't be happening. Please Lord no.

I feel his mouth on my chin, my cheek, neck, everywhere. It sends disgusted chills down my body. I feel revolted. This animal is taking advantage of me.

No!

I can't feel anything anymore. I feel numb. Disgusting and dirty. I...

And then I feel the burning pain, wrecking my already hellacious world apart into another quadrillion pieces.

I jolt awake abruptly, screaming, "NOOOO!!!" Letting the tears do their falling. I cry like never before. I cry for myself, for my parents. For everything.

I feel dirty. I'm dirty.

It's all my fault. It's my fault.

I shouldn't have argued with my parents. It's all my fault they left the house that night. It's my fault they are dead. It's my fault I got raped by that disgusting pig two weeks ago. Everything's my fault. This wouldn't have happened to me if I could've just admitted my fault. I would've been home now. My parents would've still been alive.