Date: 4-7-2008
Brooke's p.o.v
I am torn out of my dream world in the same way a baby is torn from their tomb, mother's womb. A ghostly dark figure, incubus tiptoes into my bedroom at midnight. The heart of this mischievous deeply troubled rogue is as black as coal. I can't see his eyes
because a mask is covering his face. My bed of roses is his breeding ground and eventually becomes known as ground zero. "What is underneath the clothes, Brooke Davis" curious, he wonders getting on top of my body. "Nothing" hysterical, I yell fighting
him off of my body. "Now let us see, my sexy goddess" he says undressing me. "I may be a woman, but I can kick your butt. I will kill you before you have a chance to get into my pants" I threaten punching and kicking him. "Please calm down, bitch" angry,
he demands slapping me. "I will never allow you to hurt me" frightened, I stressed running toward the door. "You are going nowhere for as long as I am here" he objects sweeping me off my feet and throwing me back onto the bed. "Goddammit, where is my
gun" I mumble looking for my gun underneath the bed. "You're mine forever, get used to it" he emphasizes forcing himself onto my body. He begins his descent down into my panties and I scream as the result of being in pain for so long. "Please shut up and
be cool, bitch" frustrated, he curses slapping me again. "Please stop it, you are hurting me" crying, I beg my rapist. "I know you love me, don't deny it" delusional, he assumes shaking me. "I don't love you" becoming unconscious, I moan. Sexually satisfied,
my rapist then climbs out of my bedroom window. He disappears into the night never to be seen again for the rest of my lifetime. He leaves behind scars on my heart that will never heal and I feel like dying. Naked and very wounded, I continue to lay in my
bed crying myself to sleep. Violated, a part of myself has died tonight and I don't know if I will be able to recover.
