Warning: There are mention and some scenes of rape, please don't read it if you are uncomfortable.

"Ah, so you are the intellectual type, " I teased him. He rolled his eyes but he too couldn't help but smile as we looked into each other's eyes.

It was intimate.

Yet there was no physical connection.

"What about you, what do you like?" He asked a simple question but I still couldn't answer for the life of me.

"I don't know, "I shrugged casually. "I wanted to be an influencer?"

It wasn't a statement, it was a question that he understood and nodded without making a big deal out of it.

"So, you still didn't tell me why you flinched away?" His question was purely out of curiosity and you could see it as a frowned made its way to his face.

"Why are you so interested in knowing the reason?" I asked although it wasn't a very successful attempt to defend myself and I knew I was losing the battle by the passing seconds.

"For the same reasons, you were so keen to know about what I like to do?" He smirked, fully knowing that he was winning this whatever this was.

I sighed, trying to think where I could start my sob story and when he would get either bored of it or start showing sympathy to me.

I could feel a pair of hands gripping my small ones in a vice grip, making me flinch in my half-conscious state. A small whimper escaped my lips as the owner of the pair of hands bite me hard on the neck.

I opened my eyes in bewilderment as one of the hands was now making its way to the upper portion of my breast. I screamed in pain and agony as he ripped apart my shirt and bit down my nipple.

My mind was in a haze, I was trying to squirm away from him but his grip on me was strong.

I screamed again as kneeled in front of the bed to tore away my pants but I took that chance to sat up straight and go for the run. But before I could one of his hands shot up to grab my arms and tied them with my pants on the bedpost. 

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore to dive into that pussy baby, " he groaned out and all I could do was scream and cry and whimper as he took my dignity, my life, and my virginity without care and tore me apart for the rest of my life.

There was so much more to survival than the persistence of the flesh. Long after my tears had dried and my abrasions healed me, sense of self remained in tatters. I felt like a distortion of what I once was, unable to find my way back.

That was days ago and as I stood in front of my parents' room, fidgeting and trying not to burst into tears, I reminded myself that they would understand. Even if they have different point of views on life and society, they would understand.

I entered the room with a knock but the cold faces of my parents reminded me why I was scared in the first place.

"What?" My mother said as she applied the makeup on her perfect lips. My father just sat on the corner of the bed and adjusted his socks.

"Uh, I need to talk to you about something," I said uncertainly.

"Can't it wait after the party?"

No, it couldn't, because he would be there at the party. It was his party after all.

I shook my head. "No, it can't actually, it's about uncle Sam."

It got their attention and I was praying that they would believe me and not care about their reputation.

"What happened?" My father asked skeptically.

So I told them, I told them how he grabbed my ass when he was at the family dinners I told them how he tried to kiss me when he was supposed to be babysitting me. And how he raped me, took my virginity, my dignity, and pride and joy from me, and in turn gave me nightmares.

There was a moment of silence, no one talked, no one made a single sound. It was pin-drop silence.

And when my mother finished applying her lipstick on her lips she turned towards me. "And how do we believe you?"

And I knew I lost everything even before I had it.

Each day was a thing in itself, I didn't dwell in the past or look to the future. But the constant name-calling by my own parents was like salt in a wound, taunting me till the point of my destruction. I had to accept she would be a different person from here on in.

The stranger looked like he could burst into tears and honestly I don't want him to. I wanted him to tell me that it's okay and it would be fine and that one day I could live my life properly again without feeling that I was drowning.

"You want a napkin?" I asked.

I was very proud of myself as I didn't shed a single tear as I narrated my story.

He looked at me like I had lost my sense and maybe I had but he shook his head for the umpteenth time in this strange night.

"Where are your parents now?" He asked.

I shrugged, not really caring about the whereabouts of my parents and my family back there.

"You know, you are not over the incident, right?" He asked cautiously and I nodded, knowing perfectly that I in no way had moved on from that bastard's doing and wouldn't be for a long time.

"I know. And it hurts so fucking much."

Edited

So sorry for the abrupt ending but I would probably update sometime tonight so be sure to have this book on your reading list, both private and public one :)

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