p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Fred is looking right at us. His eyes spit fire. He tries to walk up to us but he doesn't succeed. He hardly succeeds to wobble towards us. He calls Lana a whore and tries to hit her. He doesn't accomplish it because I pull her closer and try to push him away. Then, his eyes fall on me. He calls me a whore too and this time he manages to hit one of us. I am glad it is me. I feel his flat hand land on my cheek. I push Lana away this time, trying to get her out of this situation./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"I have no idea what's gotten into me because all I can think of is getting Lana into a safe place. My movement to get Lana away gives Fred great access to my hair. His face is in mine when he calls me the most horrible things. He smells like bad alcohol and vomit. I try to turn my face away from him which results in a harder pull on my hair/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"I groan in pain this time, which makes Lana try to get me out of there. Fred hits her this time. "No!" I scream. "I was going to sleep with my wife when I got home, but you tried to beat me to it, didn't you", Fred says, his speech a little incoherent: "So maybe I'll just make you pay for what you did"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"At that point, it gets clear what's going to happen. He lets go of my hair and hits my face again. A slapping resounds through the room. Lana reaches for her phone next to Fred but he will not stand for it. He smashes it into the ground and it breaks in a million pieces. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"I start crying thinking this is all my fault and Lana will hate me forever.../span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"I beg Lana to go find help. I need her to leave. Lana promises she'll find help and flees the room to leave me alone... Alone with Fred who already managed to get me out of my (well, Lana's) PJs. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"When he covers my mouth with his hand, I realize I have been begging him to stop. He spits in my face and tells me to be quiet. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Suddenly Fred's pants are flying through the room and I notice he's not wearing anything anymore. It's like I'm paralyzed. I can't do anything to stop him and I hope Lana will be back with help soon. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"Maybe she won't come back/span/emspan lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;". The idea just echoes through my mind and it makes my crying even worse. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"I feel something hard against my core but I can't get myself to look down, in fear of what it will be. I know I am not stupid and I know what it is... I just can't get myself to look down to verify my thoughts. Not seeing it makes me able to hope it isn't true. Fred's face goes down. He takes my left nipple in his mouth and bites hard. I scream out of pain which results in another slap in my face. I realize I should be quiet so he won't hit me again. My face hurts like hell. Fred's face goes down again and bites my other nipple. It hurts more than the first time. I whimper in pain but I don't scream, scared of his reaction. He is going to hurt me... /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: NL;"I feel all alone and every second that passes makes me doubt more whether Lana will ever come back to save me./span/p