The cool air felt wonderful against my neck. That horrid house had been full of hot stale air and had me sweating all night. I knew that he was following me, he had been for a few miles now. He would speed up and slow down depending on how fast I myself was going, if he thought that I needed him now that everything was over, he was wrong. I should thank him though, he may have saved my life. I owe him that much.
I turned around and stopped, ready to see the face of my secret savior, my protector. But he stayed in the same spot hidden in darkness, under the tree. I beckoned him with my eyes to come closer, but he did not. Suddenly the lips that I could see on the mystery man opened and out came…
"Get up bitch."
What? He is supposed to be my protector, suddenly he came flying at me and started to roughly shake me. But his face was still a blurry black mess.
"Get up bitch"
The carefully constructed world I created started to slip away and in its place came the hot stale air. NOOO. I opened my eyes and there above me stood James.
All 6 foot greasy blond hair blue eyed glory of him.
"I said Get up bitch, you are always supposed to be up before me to make my breakfast" He spat at me. That's when I lost it. I began to shake and cry. But I got up and got to work hiding the tears. I was so sure this dream was real but as I put slightly overcooked eggs on the table and his eyes hardened and his fist cocked back. I could feel the anger radiating off of him as he pounded into me. Then raped me for his morning "satisfaction"
Where is my savior now?