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When all things fail, she decides to...
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I OPENED MY EYES TO a dark room. The only light that was in here was the low blue light coming from the bedroom window. The room that I sat in sent a shiver down my spine as I remembered what happened on this exact night.
This was my bedroom in senior year. I figured it out as I saw my junior year final project that sat crooked on my wall.
I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. My hello kitty pjs making the situation more real. This was it.
The second worst day of my life.
The house was quiet unlike some nights, when Jessie would come home drunk. I kept my eyes trained on my window, knowing what was going to happen next.
My body sat in the bed froze as I internally shook and screamed at myself to wake up and run. Run far away from this sick and twisted nightmare.
I want DeDe and Fluffy, but unfortunately this was the night Jessie took him from me after an argument.
My body flinched as my window slowly slid open, revealing the toned arm covered by a leather jacket crawling into my room. I let out a quiet whimper as I tried to move—anything! But nothing—I was stuck.
The toned body made eye contact with me and immediate fear followed after. I looked at the person who's haunted me day and night.
Richard L. Jones...also known as, Ricky..
"You've been a bad girl Liliura." I felt my body freeze and all the blood turn into fire. His voice like an echo in my ears making it sound like he was a mile away. And in this moment I really wish he was.
The guy that took everything from me without mercy.
He walked closer to my bed as the built up tears in my eyes finally fell like dominos.
"And you know what happens to bad girls...they get punished." He said, his calm voice causing chills to run down my spine. He planted his hands on the bed laying them close to my feet.
In one quick movement he pulled my legs bringing me to the end of the bed. My loud scream was quickly covered as he put his rough hands over my mouth.
My muffled scrams got louder as I felt his hands grip my pink pajama bottoms.
No no no, please wake up!!
"You were always a little brat, weren't you slut!" He spat, squeezing hard on my skin leaving marks on my skin that would make me hate looking at my reflection.
"I always loved your body, how about we have some fun, what do you say?" He said, tugging and trying to pull down my pants.
