chapter twelve
I was a mess. I really didn't know what to do. Everyone at work knew there was something wrong, Blake knew there was something wrong and I knew it wouldn't be long before someone tried confronting me.
I was dying to tell someone, after all don't they say a problem shared is a problem halved? But I couldn't trust anyone enough to tell them. Everyone judges you! They might not say anything to your face but behind your back, the whispers begin.
( it's her own fault. / she shouldn't have gone with him. / she shouldn't have accepted a drink. )
As I stood up, I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. I pulled my coat tightly around me and ran a hand through my brunette locks and satisfied that I looked half decent, left the grounds of my house.
As I walked to town, I couldn't help but notice the little details I hadn't taken notice of before. Take the gargoyles on the buildings and the chewing gum stuck to the paving stones. When I reached the main part of town, I was shocked by how busy it was.
I found a cafe nearby and I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
I walked over to the counter and ordered myself a hot chocolate. Handing the man behind the counter the correct change, I took my plastic cup and walked over to the table by the window. Placing my cup on the table, I pulled out the chair and sat down.
I was sat staring out of the window for hours, just watching life pass by when I noticed Malick walk past the window. He noticed me because for a split second, our eyes connected and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
He turned back and walked towards the cafe. I knew I should've gone but I was frozen in fear.
"Hey." He said as he walked towards the table, "Didn't think I'd see you again."
"Don't hey me!" I hissed, "Just get away from me!"
"What've I done?" He asked as he reached over and grabbed my hand.
I snatched my hand away and answered, "You know what you've done. You raped me!"
He started to laugh, "You've got it wrong. You might have been drunk but you were still gagging for it."
I stared at him, anger and fear filled my body and I threw my hot chocolate over him, "Fuck off!"
He stood up, the hot chocolate dripping off him and laughed again, "You've just made the biggest fucking mistake of your life."
He went for me. He grabbed my arm, his nails digging into my skin and dragged me out of the cafe. To strangers, we probably looked like a couple having an argument which wasn't uncommon. I tried freeing my arm but he was too strong.
"Get off!" I screamed and he smirked. He whispered in my ear that he enjoyed violating me the other night and I'd have fun being taken advantage off again.
"You sick, fucking bastard!" I slapped him hard across the face with my free hand and I saw my chance to escape. I started to run, crashing into things and people as I did. I couldn't stop though, if he caught me now I really would be dead.
But what if I couldn't escape him?
What if he harmed my family?
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