Alex.
I lay in bed tossing and turning.
I turn over to glance at my clock.
It's 3:34am terrific.
I roll onto my stomach and nuzzle my face into the pillow.
The door creaks open and I catch my breath and try to pretend that I'm asleep.
Next the blankets come off me as a muscular body slides in next to me.
I can smell his fowl breath as it heats the back of my neck.
His hands traces over my hips and thighs before finding its way up my nightie.
I make the mistake of gasping as the cold fingers push inside of me.
They shove themselves harder and I wince in pain.
The other hand lifts up the back of my nightie and I clench my thighs.
"Alex!" He grunts.
I start to sob as I unclench my thighs.
"Good girl…"
He takes it out of his pants and places it between my thighs.
He slowly strokes it with his other hand while moving it in and out of my thighs.
Tears slide down my cheeks as his hand pushes deeper inside of me.
I can't believe that after all these years that it still hurts like it does.
Eventually he stops and I pray that he's going to leave.
"Roll onto your back." He grunts.
I hesitate.
"Now!"
I roll over so that i8'm facing him.
I keep my eyes on the roof.
As he climbs on top of me I drift away.
As I feel him inside me I think of Olivia and the kiss we shared.
As I hear his grunts I think of her voice.
I wonder what she's doing now…