I'LL SPIN YOU VALENTINE EVENINGS
Pinned down on the couch by Rick who had a strange, hungry look on his face, Teri felt herself begin to sweat. She didn't want to have sex with Rick. She wasn't ready, but she had no idea what he might do if she didn't. As the possibilities spun through her head, a heavy tension hung in the air between them. She looked up at his face. His eyes met hers and pleadingly he proffered, "I would do anything for you Terri, say you feel the same way. I just want what I feel is rightfully mine."
Rightfully mine. Those words hit like a blow to the stomach. Her body was rightfully his? Her pureness? He thought he could control that? She suddenly felt defiant. She pushed him away.
"No, Rick! I won't…" as she spoke she saw his face tighten in anger. She knew she shouldn't have burst out like that, but she a sudden rage had taken over, and she had felt herself full of passion and energy. But that heightened anger was dissipating quickly, and she knew her action would have consequences. Rick approached her slowly, his face twisted in rage.
"Never, never do that! You don't say no to me!" His face was red with fury and his hands balled up into fists. When he reached her he delivered Terri with a slap so hard it almost knocked her down. "You cannot defy me! I will get what is mine!" Another slap. Then he pushed her down on the couch and she could smell his hot stale breath. It threatened to suffocate her, and as it seeped into her pores she closed her eyes and held her breath. Yet another slap, that left her face burning. She opened her eyes to see Rick stumbling over the buttons on her blouse. She couldn't believe he was doing this. She opened her mouth to speak, but the voice that came out was a faint choked sound that wasn't anything like her own.
"Rick, don't!"
She felt so powerless as he finally managed to get her top off. He didn't even look all that pleased with what was underneath. Looking disdainfully at her full stomach and stretch marks, he punched her softly. "God, Terri. Where is your self-respect? Don't you take any pride in your appearance?" The words hurt worse than any slap he'd ever delivered, and hot tears ran down her face. She couldn't say anything. He looked angry again. "Well, do you? Jesus Christ, you're a cow Terri? How are you any good to me now?"
The words offered her hope, and for a moment she thought this might be her saving grace. If he found her repulsive, surely he wouldn't want to sleep with her. But as his hand fumbled with the zipper of her pants, she knew she was wrong. Dead wrong.