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Part four: Betrail

(The mention of near rape is mention and I have never been violated so I am very sorry if you have or if I in any way offended someone but you don't have to read this chapter if this topic is to sensitive -evelin)

(Estella's Pov)

I have never trusted men. Not one that has been in my life has shown me that he deserves my trust. My father left my mother a single mom and never came to see me. He did give us money ,but I always wanted him to be apart of our lives. Like a normal family. I knew my family was far from being normal ,nut why could I not at least feel like it was; like it was one of those where there are two parents that love each other but do still have their differences. 

When I was younger in my first year of college me and my friends were having a sleepover. Like any 19 year old enjoying time with her friends before all the test and studies flood your schedule. Barley out of the hell hole I would call my high school.

My friend, her family seemed so happy so it never came to me what could happen to me if  I stayed over. Like a family I once saw myself wanting where my parents show love to each other like there was nobody else in the world. 

We were 19 but we were crazy and drank. What would you expect. We had like one week before classes what better way to celebrate than to illegally drink and watch movies.

I didn't drink much because I didn't like the taste of any of the drinks. I like sweeter drinks while the rest of them liked strong and bitter drinks. I still tried the ones they chose. Either the taste was to bitter or just not my type. All my friends were dead asleep and way drunk. Which was not really a surprise. I only had 3 drinks before I called it quits but the rest of them had eight. I laugh at the thought of all of them being hungover and blaming each other. I got up and slowly open the door to not make much noise for them. 

I went down to the kitchen to get a cup of water when my friends dad. (The owner of the house) came down stairs too. I smile at him before walking into the kitchen and grabbing myself a bottle of water. 

We had small talk and I can't remember what but after like 5 minutes of talking I felt uncomfortable. He was always weird but I never thought anything of it. He was in his mid 40's so what did I have to worry about. 

I was heading up when he grabs my arm. It wasn't a light grab it was harsh and quite hurting me. His wife was out of a girls night out and my friends were upstairs. I was in shock maybe thinking he didn't want to be alone or something like that. Honestly I was naïve to believe something like that was the situation. I feel like at the moment I wanted to feel anything but in danger. Why would I ever want to feel like something was gonna happen to me?

He was dragging me to a guest bedroom and I freaked out. Like any normal person would do you would scream at the top of your lungs hoping someone would hear you. I remember my friend had an older brother so I called for him. God I hope someone can hear me. Maybe even the neighbors could. Anyone that was willing to help me. 

"JOSH help me please."  I beg and his grip on my arm gets tighter. That was all I was able to say before he placed his dirty hand over my mouth. I felt myself shiver at his touch. I don't want this. Not with him. Not here. Not now. Not ever. 

All I could hear was his breath on my neck and how he was attempting to suck on it. As he kissed me with fast and sloppy kisses. I bit his hand and he screamed in pain. Fucking discussing son of a bitch. It was offensive to his mother but I meant it to him and him only. I felt anger. Not for me but for the fact that he thinks he has the right to do that.