(TW) Attempted SA
As I returned from my visit to my parents, I found solace in Victoria's welcoming embrace. Her hospitality knew no bounds, and I found myself immersed in the comfort of her company. Those days spent in her abode were a haven of tranquility, a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still.
Within the walls of her home, we forged memories that etched themselves into the tapestry of my mind. Our days were filled with simple pleasures—moments of laughter shared as we frolicked with Chai, evenings spent cocooned in blankets watching movies, and culinary adventures where Victoria graciously imparted her culinary wisdom upon me.
The memory of that fateful morning, when my culinary skills failed me miserably, still brings a wry smile to my lips. How grateful I was for Victoria's patience and guidance as she endeavored to teach me the delicate art of cooking, rescuing my breakfast from the brink of disaster.
Yet, amidst the warmth and joy that permeated our days, a poignant longing stirred within me—the desire to keep Chai by my side, a faithful companion in the solitude of my dormitory. Alas, the strict rules and barren landscape of my living quarters rendered such dreams futile.
Still, Victoria's gesture of gifting Chai to me remains a testament to her boundless affection. Together, we adorned his newfound home with all the trappings of comfort—a soft bed nestled beside ours, another in the heart of the living room, and an array of toys to keep him entertained.
In the quiet moments, when the world faded into a hushed whisper, Victoria's words echoed ceaselessly in the chambers of my mind. The declaration of her love, uttered with such sincerity, resonated deeply within me, stirring emotions I scarcely dared to acknowledge.
Externally, I maintained a facade of composure, masking the tumultuous storm raging within. But inwardly, my soul danced with an unrestrained euphoria, intoxicated by the revelation that such a remarkable woman could harbor affection for me. It was a realization that transcended the realms of possibility—a cherished fantasy breathed into life.
Gratitude swelled within me, a torrent of emotion coursing through every fiber of my being. For in Victoria's love, I found not only solace but also a profound sense of belonging. She was my beacon in a world fraught with uncertainty, a guiding light that illuminated the path ahead.
And as I basked in the warmth of her love, I vowed to cherish every moment, every whispered endearment, for she was a gift beyond measure—a treasure to be cherished for eternity.
As the car glides through the streets, a sense of reluctance tugs at my heart. It's Tuesday, and the thought of returning to the solitary confines of my dormitory feels like a heavy burden. Yet, Emily's invitation to join her for a night of revelry at the club pulls me in conflicting directions. Despite my reservations, Victoria's gentle encouragement resonates within me, compelling me to seize the opportunity for enjoyment.
Soft melodies emanate from the radio, weaving a tranquil ambiance within the car. Lost in contemplation, I watch as the scenery outside blurs into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. Victoria's melodious hum accompanies the rhythmic hum of the engine, her hand resting tenderly on my thigh.
Her voice, a soothing caress, interrupts the silence, drawing me from my reverie. I turn to meet her gaze, offering a faint smile in response. "Nothing," I reply softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
Victoria's quirked eyebrow and playful smirk invite further conversation, prompting me to reach for her hand, a silent gesture of appreciation. "Thank you for everything," I murmur, my words laden with sincerity.
In response, she tightens her grip on my hand, guiding the car to a gentle stop by the roadside. "Always," she affirms, her gaze unwavering, a steadfast anchor in the tumult of my emotions.
As the engine falls silent, I release my seatbelt, a surge of hope propelling my next question. "Can I come by again tomorrow?" I inquire, my voice tinged with anticipation.
Victoria's tender gesture, pressing her lips to my hand, sends a flutter of warmth coursing through me. "You're always welcome," she assures me, her words a balm to my weary soul.
With a smile gracing my lips, I lean forward, capturing her in a tender kiss. In that fleeting moment, our connection transcends words, a silent exchange of affection and devotion.
"I love you," she breathes against my lips as we part, her words a whispered promise of love and constancy.
"I love you too," I reply, my heart overflowing with emotion. With a final wave, I step out of the car, gathering my belongings from the trunk. As I cross the street, the echo of her words lingers in my mind, a beacon of light guiding me back to the solitude of my dormitory, where the memory of her embrace will sustain me until our paths converge once more.
Stepping over the threshold of my dormitory, the familiar scent of stale air mingled with the faint aroma of Sarah's perfume greeted me. With a weary sigh, I closed the door behind me, casting a cursory glance around the dimly lit room.
There, sprawled lazily on the couch, was Sarah, her gaze fixated on the flickering images dancing across the television screen. As my presence registered, her face lit up with an effervescent smile, a stark contrast to the drab surroundings.
"Ivy!" she exclaimed, bounding toward me with an enthusiasm that bordered on infectious. Before I could utter a word, she enveloped me in a tight embrace, her warmth a comforting embrace in the midst of solitude. "I haven't seen you in forever, how're you doing?"
Returning her hug with equal fervor, I couldn't help but chuckle at her exuberance. "I'm good, how are you?" I inquired, genuine concern lacing my words.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Sarah brushed aside my inquiry, her focus shifting to more pressing matters. "Yeah, good. How was your time with Mrs. Sinclair?" she quizzed, curiosity evident in her voice.
Sauntering into the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water, relishing the cool liquid as it cascaded down my parched throat. "Amazing as always," I replied between gulps, the memories of my time with Victoria still fresh in my mind.
As the water sated my thirst, a sudden invitation tumbled from my lips, spurred by a desire for companionship. "Emily and I are going clubbing tonight, you want to join?" I suggested, hopeful that Sarah might accompany us.
However, her response was tepid, a gentle shake of her head betraying her disinterest. "Not really my scene," she admitted with a shrug, her reasons echoing in the confines of the room. "Also, why tonight? Why not tomorrow on your birthday?"
Her question lingered in the air, casting a shadow of uncertainty over my plans. Why indeed had we chosen tonight for our escapade? The answer eluded me, a puzzle waiting to be unraveled.
"I actually don't know," I confessed with a nonchalant shrug, the realization dawning upon me that perhaps there was more to our impromptu outing than met the eye.
As the hours melted away in the warmth of our conversation, Sarah and I reminisced about our recent vacation with an enthusiasm bordering on nostalgia. Her animated recounting of her parents' visit, which had concluded just the day before, painted vivid images of familial bonds and cherished moments.
Yet, amidst the tales of our adventures, there lingered a revelation waiting to be unveiled—a secret harbored within the recesses of my heart. With bated breath, I shared with Sarah the news of Victoria's unexpected gift—a canine companion destined to become my steadfast companion. The sheer delight that lit up Sarah's face, her exuberant squeal echoing through the room, mirrored the excitement that thrummed within me.
But as the hour waned and the impending arrival of Emily beckoned, I reluctantly pressed pause on our conversation, promising to resume our dialogue at a later time. With a sense of urgency, I retreated to the sanctuary of my dressing table, the soft strains of Lana Del Rey's music enveloping me in a cocoon of familiarity.
With deft fingers, I wove tendrils of hair around the curling iron, each twist a silent prayer for the night ahead. The gentle hum of the device provided a soothing backdrop to my thoughts, a symphony of anticipation as I prepared to step into the whirlwind of the evening.
A notification from Emily, a beacon of anticipation, flashed across my screen, signaling her imminent arrival. Hastily, I switched off the curling iron, casting one last glance at my reflection. A touch of mascara to accentuate my lashes, a subtle enhancement to my natural beauty, and I deemed myself ready to face the night.
Slipping into my shoes with practiced ease, I bid farewell to Sarah, a fleeting promise of reunion lingering on my lips. Stepping outside, I settled onto the steps, the cool breeze a gentle caress against my skin.
As Emily's car emerged from the shadows, its headlights slicing through the veil of darkness, I felt a surge of anticipation course through me. With a sense of purpose, I rose from the steps, each footfall a prelude to the adventure that awaited.
As I approached the waiting vehicle, Emily's infectious energy engulfed me, her enthusiastic greeting a beacon of camaraderie in the night. "Finally! Feels like we haven't hung out in forever!" she exclaimed, her laughter a melody that echoed in the stillness of the night.
Settling into the passenger seat, I found solace in her familiar presence, a comforting reminder of the bonds that tethered us together. "I know," I replied with a nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "It's good to see you again."
With the engine humming to life, we embarked on our journey, the rhythmic beat of the music serving as our soundtrack. Lost in the euphoria of the moment, we sang along with reckless abandon, our voices merging with the night as we navigated the winding streets.
As the cool night air caressed our faces, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration building within me. With the windows rolled down, the world unfurled before us in all its splendour.
Pulling into the parking lot of the club, Emily brought the car to a graceful halt, the echo of the engine fading into the background. With synchronized movements, we unbuckled our seatbelts, stepping out into the embrace of the cool night air.
Despite the chill that hung in the air, I eschewed the need for a jacket, knowing that the warmth of the club would soon envelop me.
Stepping into the pulsating heart of the club, Emily and I moved with purpose, our destination clear. The bar beckoned like a siren, promising a reprieve from the chaos that enveloped us. With a shared determination, we made a beeline for our salvation.
Sliding onto the barstools, we wasted no time in placing our order—a shot to ignite the flames of the night. As the fiery liquid seared its way down my throat, I couldn't help but tap the empty glass twice against the smooth surface of the bar, a silent ode to the intoxicating rush that coursed through my veins. The need for alcohol, a familiar companion in the throes of the night, stirred within me, urging me to indulge once more.
With practiced ease, we ordered another round—two shots to fuel our spirits, and a Brandy special to elevate our senses. Downing the shots with practiced efficiency, we seized our drinks and embarked on our journey to the dance floor, the promise of euphoria guiding our every step.
As we navigated through the throngs of revelers, the club pulsated with an energy that bordered on electrifying. The air crackled with anticipation, a symphony of laughter and music weaving a tapestry of euphoria. Blinded by the kaleidoscope of lights that danced across the ceiling, we found our sanctuary in the heart of the chaos.
Amidst the sea of bodies, Emily and I carved out our own little oasis, our movements synchronized to the relentless beat of the music. With glasses held aloft, we surrendered ourselves to the rhythm, our voices joining in harmony with the cacophony that surrounded us.
As the intoxicating haze of alcohol clouded my senses, I found myself standing alone in the cool embrace of the night, my mind adrift in a sea of confusion. Emily had vanished into the chaos of the club's depths, leaving me to navigate the tumultuous currents of my inebriation alone.
Leaning heavily against a street lamp, its cold metal offering a feeble anchor amidst the swirling chaos, I sought solace in the gentle caress of the night air. Each breath, a desperate attempt to regain a semblance of clarity in the fog of my drunken stupor.
Suddenly, a voice shattered the silence, its timbre tinged with a predatory edge that sent a shiver down my spine. Turning towards the source, I squinted through the haze, struggling to discern the figure that loomed before me. And then, with a sinking dread, recognition dawned—John.
His presence, like a specter from the past, filled me with a sense of unease that threatened to engulf me whole. The sinister curve of his smile sent alarm bells ringing in the recesses of my mind, a warning of danger lurking in the shadows.
Rolling my eyes in disdain, I made to distance myself from him, a silent plea for escape etched upon my features. But before I could make my retreat, his iron grip seized my wrist, wrenching me back towards him with a force that stole the breath from my lungs.
"Let me go, you fucking psycho," I spat, the words laced with venom as I struggled against his hold. But my efforts were futile, my movements sluggish and uncoordinated, betrayed by the intoxicating influence of the alcohol that coursed through my veins. In that moment, I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me, as the realization dawned that I was at his mercy, a mere pawn in his twisted game.
John's vice-like grip on my wrist sent a jolt of pain coursing through me, a primal cry escaping my lips as I pleaded for release. The desperate thrum of fear pulsed in my veins, urging me to fight against the suffocating grip of his hold.
"Please, let me go," I implored, my voice trembling with a raw intensity that betrayed my mounting terror. But my words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the chilling command that sliced through the night air like a dagger. His hand, rough and calloused, pressed against my mouth with a force that robbed me of breath, stifling my cries in a suffocating embrace.
"Shut the fuck up," he hissed, his words a venomous snarl as he pressed me against the unyielding steel of the pole. With a sickening sense of dread, I felt his grip loosen on my wrist, only to be replaced by a slow, deliberate caress that sent shivers down my spine.
"Are you sure you're a lesbian?" he taunted, his tone laced with hunger as he leered at me with a predatory gaze.
The surge of defiance that rose within me was swift and unyielding, a fierce determination to reclaim control in the face of danger. With a primal instinct, I sank my teeth into the fleshy mound of his hand, tasting the metallic tang of blood as his grip faltered in shock.
Seizing the opportunity, I unleashed a swift, merciless strike, driving my foot with all the force I could muster into the vulnerable juncture of his groin. The agonized cry that tore from his lips was music to my ears, a symphony of retribution as he crumpled to the ground in agony.
But I was not done yet.
With a ferocity born of desperation, I delivered a punishing blow to his face, the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my heel fueling my resolve. Turning on my heel, I fled into the night, each step a frantic bid for freedom.
Tears blurred my vision as I fumbled for my phone, hands trembling as I dialed Victoria's number with trembling fingers. The ringing echoed in my ears, each unanswered call a painful reminder of my isolation in the face of danger. But still, I persisted, my heart clinging to the hope that she would answer, that she would be my salvation in this moment of darkness.
Each unanswered call to Victoria's phone felt like a dagger to my heart, a stark reminder of my vulnerability in the face of danger. With trembling hands and tear-blurred vision, I turned to the only lifeline available—a ride out of this nightmare.
Summoning an Uber with frantic urgency, I sought refuge near the club's entrance, a sanctuary from the looming threat of John's presence. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, the anticipation of the approaching vehicle a lifeline in the darkness.
Finally, the car arrived, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. With a mixture of relief and trepidation, I slipped into the backseat, the leather cool against my clammy skin. As the engine roared to life, I directed the driver to Victoria's house, a sanctuary where I hoped to find solace and safety.
The journey passed in a blur, the rhythmic hum of the engine a steady companion as I battled to stifle the sobs that threatened to consume me. With every passing mile, I tried to bury the trauma of the night, to escape the clutches of fear that lingered like a shadow in the recesses of my mind.
As the car rolled to a stop in front of Victoria's house, I hastily paid the driver, eager to seek refuge within the familiar confines of her home. With trembling fingers, I rang the doorbell, each chime a desperate plea for sanctuary.
"Fucking hell!" echoed Victoria's voice from within, a mixture of frustration and concern that sent a shiver down my spine. And then, with a flicker of movement, the door swung open, revealing her form silhouetted against the warm glow of the interior.
But as I met her gaze, I saw something flicker behind her eyes—a storm of emotion that mirrored the turmoil within my own soul. With a heavy heart, I stepped over the threshold, knowing that the night's horrors were far from over, and that the journey to healing would be a long and arduous one.