“Jake, GET OFF ME!” My attempts to worm out of his lust-fueled hold were futile.
“What? I thought you liked it rough,” he teased, unbuckling his pants. His boxers had Wile E. Coyote plastered on them.
What am I going to do to get out of this one? I weighed my options as he mashed his lips against mine. My protests could barely be heard through them.
His hands grappled at my bra clasp. His hips created a painful bruise as he grinded my pelvis. “Jake, no! Please,” I pleaded, breathless, as he came up for air.
He exhaled in my face, pausing. “Jeez, Clarissa. Just relax…” I could smell the stale beer on his breath. His fumbling fingers gave up on my bra and attacked the buttons on my jeans. Despite my struggle, he managed to yank them down. I began to cry.
He pulled himself out and lowered his built frame on top of me.
I closed my eyes and took myself out of the room. I went so far away, I ended up curled in my own haven of a room dreaming of the stars. Not even the bursts of pain could bring me back.
The beast tearing apart my mind, body, and soul finally ceased his movements and rolled off me.
Drunk off his butt, he grinned at me. “That was great, wasn’t it?”
I didn’t answer. Shame twisted my insides, hurling the contents of my stomach over the side of the bed. Wiping my mouth, I tugged on my jeans. I glanced over at Jake. He had passed out. I pulled on my shirt and stumbled out of the room on shaky legs.
The party continued still in full swing as I escaped out the back door. I ran behind streets worth of houses until I stopped, panting, on the back porch of my house.
I pushed open the door and slipped inside. I checked the key rack. The Suburban’s keys weren’t there; the house was empty. I ran up the stairs, stripped off my clothes, and stepped into a scalding shower. I scrubbed my skin trying to cleanse my body and soul of the dirtiness that infiltrated my being. I wept, my rivers of salt overpopulating the water thundering above. I curled into a ball at the edge of the tub to minimize myself out of this world.
I opened my mouth wide and tilted my head to catch the drops. I let them fill the open cavities of my nose and mouth. It hurt but I knew the pain was less than I deserved. It hurt until the pain was no more and I was with the stars.



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