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Same old Story

Same Old Story

I
He moves to sit besides you on the bed ,the room seems to grow small as he rests his hand on your exposed thigh. There's a shin to his eyes, caught by the light they create a dangerous glow, he's rough moves up and down the soft flesh of your thigh. With each movement of his hand he grows bolder,hitching your skirt a little bit higher with his fingers. Your eyes stay glued to the floor, your heart races as your insides scream in protest but outside you make no attempts to move ,to fight ,to push him away ,to just do anything. Your eyes move from the floor to the ceiling as big hand pushes on your small shoulders into the bed, he stands before you ,hands working swiftly on his buckle and he lets his pants fall freely to his ankles. Your body seems even smaller under the towering weight of his as he gets on top of you ,blocking out whatever light remaining and submerging you in darkness.

II
You small hand grips like a vice on your mother's wrist as she's about to leave, you wish there was a way you could tell her without having to say anything. Patiently she sits to you , tucking you under her armpit as her hand moves ever so gently on your hair. Your cheek squashes against her bosom and tears fall instantly at the warmth of her body. Her heart mimics yours , beating frantic and fast with the fear of what was to be said. "Does he have to come " you whisper softly knowing once those words were said you'd need to explain,dread fills your throat as you choke out soft tears . Her hand stills on your head and your body goes cold ,"Why don't you want him to ?"the words coming slowly as if reluctant to be heard.

III
Water rushes out of the tap filling your tub as you stand facing the mirror . A naked figure stares back at you, you see the scars the others don't ,feel the hands that others don't and your mind sees images that others won't . The image of a man ,a man you trusted ,a man you knew and his hands . His hands that touched where they pleased ,his hands that restrained you and stole your freedom . The water in the tub rises unnoticed as you stare at the figure ,your hands covering where his touched . Your mother's face replaces his ,her eyes replace his hands and the sound of the water becoming your mother's disbelieving voice .