The future?

                      Ann
19th April, 01:00am

  It was middle of the night, I tossed in my own side of the bed. What could have happened to him, why did he stop? My breath was heavy, I could hear every beat my heart made as I tried to keep calm. Angel was right beside me after all. I looked at her as she slept peacefully like an angel that she is. Such peace in the midst of all the trouble, the anxiety, the pain, at least that's what I felt. Scared.

  Scared of what the future will hold for us, the future was so close I could feel it. The future was the morning. I didn't want it to come. The night grew deeper. I watched it grow through our magnificent window endowed with golden linings. For the first time I took no notice, as I always admired the fashion of it. It was almost  three feet long, a golden crafted snake stretch through its edges with a rather mysterious tail. I never did understand the inscription on it. Just codes, numbers, letters, I didn't care anyway.

I tried getting my mind off the horrible experience, but I just couldn't. The images, they all played in my head, the man, the mask, the voice. Tears rolled down my cheeks, cause they all resurfaced again.

"Please I need to do this" his voice, filtered into my ears. It was sharp, like a command and yet a plea. But I couldn't hurt my self to please this 6'3 stranger that towered over me. I was shaking almost losing strength from so much fighting. My tall frame was no match for his huge muscles, he tripped my gown apart.

"No, please no" my voice failed me, tears blocking my throat, anger burning through my soul. He's scent filled up my nostrils, if I had the chance I would puke all over him. But I was too busy struggling, kicking to set my self free from the rip cage he had kept me.

Who is  this? The only question that my brain kept pounding.

He reached straight to my undies, he's palm caressing my inner thighs making them throb, bringing out my undies in torn pieces, with my hands held up wards as if I were worshipping the demon that ravished me with his hands. I felt the wrinkles, molded veins that graced his palms.

I could feel my bones crushing as his grip on them got tighter by the moment. His other ravishing hand found my most value treasure, right at the opening, right where I had vowed to give to someone I love, he violated it with his touch, with his evil intentions. It wasn't meant for him. The scream in my head got louder as I struggled the more.

"You are hurting me" my tears blocking my throat as my words came out as stammers.

"Am sorry little devil, but I need this" was the only response I got.

As I grew weaker, my mind was blank, I couldn't think of anyone but my sister, my role model. She didn't tell me about this part of life. She didn't tell me that a stranger could walk in and take away your pride like he was entitled to it.

She always told me that my life would turn out sweet and I'd be glad I was born. She lied.

Her face replaced that of the masked man that towered over me. She mouthed "It's going to be fine" she lied again.

"Angel" I whispered her name, all my strength lost.

And then he stopped.

The images played like a movie in my head, my eyes open reliving the experience, being too weak to stop the show, I  closed my eyes crawling up into my self, I let my tears flow.

I opened my eyes to the noisy sound of the alarm, I never did like that alarm. Standing up on my feet, I was unstable for a few seconds as I sat down to regain my strength. I had fallen asleep after all and that was something to be grateful for, I never thought I would be able to sleep again in my life  after the horrible experience I had to go through on my 18th birthday. Because each time I closed my eyes all I saw were the images.

  Angel is up. My eyes taking a round of the room. Every where was quiet, it always was in this house. Seems I had really fallen deep. I needed the rest. In another attempt to stand up and face what life throws at me today, I  noticed it.

My torn clothes, my amazing gown from last night's party. It was lying down staring at me in disgust. I stooped over, picking it up. I didn't remember taking off my clothes when I crept into our room.

"Did Angel see it" the thought that Angel might be waiting for me down stairs with a whole lots of questions scared me. "How will I explain this?.

A/N: Confusing right? Well it's only but the beginning. Sit down while I take you on the ride of discovery.

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