I Wish I Loved You

4: Didn't Food...

4: "Didn't Food Tell You?"

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[Anastasia's POV]

At first I was driving-more like speeding- at , at least one hundred miles an hour. It was one of the most terrifying that I felt I could experience until suddenly the car came to a halt. I looked out the window, but all I could see was a blinding light getting closer and closer. I tried unbuckling my seat belt, the only rational thing I could think to do. I'd just gotten the restraint from around my person when the white light engulfed me and I heard a flat line.

I opened my eyes with a deep breath as if I'd just emerged from a body of water. Looking I around I identified the area as a bathroom. I stood up as a seemingly intoxicated male entered.

"Hey, Anastasia right?" I nodded, "what's wrong?"

I wiped my face and realized I was crying, "Oh, um, nothing I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine," he touched my arm, "was it some guy?"

I squeezed my eyes shut to keep from bursting into tears and nodded, "Yeah."

"I'm Alex by the way, you need someone to talk to or do you just need someone to help you get over him?" he asked suggestively.

Sensing some form of danger I replied, "No. I'm fine on both counts," I moved to the door, but he stood in my way.

"Oh, come on sweetie, you look like the kind of girl that needs physical love."

My mouth hung open, "Are you calling me a slut?"

"Not directly but yes, I know you are, I can tell."

"No, no I'm not, now if you would please--"

In an instant his lips were forcefully on mine. He pushed me up against the opposite wall and continued to kiss me as his clammy hand roamed my body. I tried with all my might to push him away, kick him where the sun should never shine, or at least scream; it was no use though, he had complete control by being about twice my weight and at least seven inches taller.

His breath was hot on my face and stunk horribly of vodka. I felt tears pouring down my face. "Please!" I tried to yell. He ignored me and carried on with his violation. By this time his hand had found its way up my shirt, he removed it and wandered down to my skirt.Oh my goodness, someone please help me.

Unexpectedly, as if someone had heard my pleas, someone was vigorusly turning the bathroom door's handle and banging on the door itself to get in. After trying to ignore the banging, Alex finally lifted his face off me for a second.

"Occupied!" he shouted.

I took these few seconds to shout out, "Help!" my voice was horse, I barely recognized it myself.

"Staci!" a voice replied, she sounded like she was in tears. The banging seemed to get louder and more forceful as someone on the other side got angrier, until oddly it stopped and Alex's body was ripped away from mine.

I jolted awake and examined my sorroundings, I think this is where I fell asleep earlier. There was no light shining through the window except the ones from surrounding buildings, had I really been asleep all day? Abruptly, the door creeped open and I tensed up.

"Anastasia, you awake?" Tyler whispered.

"It's only you," I breathed out, "yeah, I'm up."

He came over and sat down, as soon as he did though he recoiled, "God, Ana."