My Life

Chapter 2 part 10

Under my bathroom sink was a cupboard where I kept most of my mother things. I pulled out our album. My father was always working so in this album was mostly pictures of my mother and I. In most of the pictures we were dancing. My mother would put our camera on self-timer and we would often strike a pose. Tears flowed down on my cheeks as I watched a picture of us in a ballet stance.

I had cried and cried for what seemed like hours. Weakly I got up from the floor and opened the bathroom door.  It was then that I heard my room door close.

That was strange. And what was stranger was that my lights were off. I hadn’t turned off my lights.

“Who is there?” I asked in panic.

There was no reply and I had the feeling that someone was in my room with me.

“Cara, Tara I am not playing games. Stop it!” I screeched.

I squinted in the darkness and was able to make out a figure by the door. It looked too broad to be a woman. My chest started to tighten. What should I do?

I ran to my bed to turn on the lamp but the invader was faster. He grabbed the lamp and threw it across the room. 

Where is everyone? Isn’t there a party downstairs? Someone must have heard the sound of something falling and breaking upstairs. 

As I was about to scream the person blocked my mouth.

“Shut up.” The man slurred.

He smelled strong of alcohol.

I started sniffing as tears started staining my cheeks. I was a virgin and I wanted my first time to be magical and it had to be with a person that truly loved and cared for me. Not this rapist.

“Shut up.” He barked.

I couldn’t shut up. He was about to rape me or murder me or both. Did he really expect me to shut up?

He spun me around and forced me unto the bed while still covering my mouth.

I cried. 

“Shut up.” He yelled once again and started chocking me.

And although the room was dark I saw it. A needle he was going to drug me.

I kicked and struggle to get free but that only made him smile.

“I love it when they struggle.” He said “Don’t worry this drug won’t make you unconscious before I’m done with your body. It will only make you weak and unable to scream and shout.”

His voice was familiar. The way he said you jogged my memory but I couldn’t put a name to my attacker.

Although I struggle to get free and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could he still didn’t let go off my mouth and continued to press his body down on mine. One of his hands was cupping his manhood and the other blocking my mouth.

I aimed to kick again but he took his elbow and knocked me out.  I was about to scream since his hands were no longer over my mouth when I felt the prick of the needle and then  everything became blurry and I felt weak, extremely weak. Even struggling to get free was taking all of my energy. I opened my mouth to scream but just opening it alone took a lot of work. And When I made a sound it wasn’t even loud. My attacker chuckled at my lame attempts to scream and struggle. I wasn’t even a match for him before he drugged me and now that he has I wasn’t even a threat or a challenge.

I was doomed and might as well stay there and take it. There were the tears. All I seemed to be doing today was crying.

“Good girl.” My rapist breathed.