Unlike most night's I didn't have a dream with EJ this time. This time I was walking down a dark street. There was only one street light and there was a group of guys under it singing loudly and slurring most of the words. It was like a horror movie where the person decides to walk past the guys that were going to kill them. Well unfortunately I was the person and although a voice in my head was telling I should go back my feet continued to walk. I went over to the group of guys but instead of walking right on by them I walked over to the guy in the middle.
"Ahh there's my Rose." The guy said putting his arm around my waist. Wait my names not Rose.
"Hello Royce." I said but it was not my voice who said it. All the guys were making me feel quite uncomfortable.
"I was just telling the boys how beautiful my Rose was," The man in front of me who's name I found out to be Royce slurred most of his words and gave me weird looks. "But you're so covered up, why don't you take your coat off?" I kept my hands over my jacket as he tried to pry it of me.
"I don't think that's a good idea Royce." I said.
"Oh come now don't be shy," He said again ripping my arms from my chest. Before I could react my jacket was gone and I was sitting on the cold stone ground with my arms around me in the dark. Royce was still standing in the street light holding my jacket while a cold wind whipped around me. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?" He said. His voice sounded so taunting as if that wasn't all he wanted. "But my buddies aren't satisfied, are you boys?" He asked. The men around him said drunken statements of agreement. "So I think we should show the boys how beautiful you really are." I heard a rip then my whole body felt cold with the fall wind whipping around me. Royce was on top of me. I tried pushing him off but that wasn't working.
"You don't know how beautiful you really are, Rosey-Baby," Then he raped me. I screamed while his buddies watched. I was crying and screaming.
"Royce stop, please! Stop." But he didn't he kept going as I kept screaming. I would try and bite or kick, push or do something to make him stop but that didn't work. All he would do is cause me more bodily harm like punching me or yelling. Which would only make is buddies laugh. I think I stopped kicking when he punch my rips and I heard a sicken crack. He finally stopped and stood up looking upon me and walked away laughing with his friends. I was still crying for someone to help me. When I felt someone grab me, I tried to fight them off but I couldn't.
"Let me go!"
"Natalie wake-up," The person said as I tried to get out of their grasp. "Natalie, open your eyes!" I opened them and saw that it was dark, I was in my room and Jake was holding me. I stopped fighting.
"Oh, Jake," I cried throwing my arms around his neck and crying in to his shoulder. He was so warm and it was soothing.
"Shh....It's alright." He said rubbing my back. "You were dreaming you're alright." He reassured me. We sat there from a moment and I finally pulled away and looked at him. He was in cut of shorts and that was it. I blushed and looked away. He laughed. "Does my nakedness bother you?" He asked in a sly voice. I looked over and shook my head.
"No." I said softly.
"Are you alright now?" He asked readjusting his hands on my waist, which I now notice that I was sitting on his lap.
"Yea, I'm fine." I said.
"Mind if I ask what your dream was about." He asked. Then I debated whether to tell him or not. I knew if I told him he would find it odd especially if I knew my rapist in the dream but not in real life.
"I don't want to share right now." I whispered.
"Ok, but if you're sure your alright." He said.
"I'm fine just tired that's all." I said. He nodded laying me back down and pulling the sheets back over me. "Night Natalie," He said walking over to the door.
"G'night Jake, thanks." I said.
"Anytime," He said waking out of my room and closing the door. I snuggled into my sheets and fell into a comfortable dreamless sleep.