Not his wife

chapter two

VALENTINA
16

I was exhausted. My feet were killing me. I was drunk, tired and just exhausted. I shouldn't have drank, I knew that. My parents were going to kill me but Carina would definitely not let me in her house. Her mother already thinks I'm a terrible influence but who cares, fuck her. She's a judgemental bitch. She doesn't know shit about me or my family. I hate when people look at me and think they know shit about me. I am not a good person but who the fuck do they think they are to judge me?

I walked into an alley, it was faster, maybe I could sneak in and they wouldn't notice? I do not want them to see me like that even if it all started because I wanted to piss them off. It began to help me, the drinking helped. Not being home helped but in the end I do have to go home. Sometimes they get pissed when I get home like that and sometimes they don't give a shit, I never know what to expect. I am not in the mood for them being mad at me, any other day would have been fine but this one was just shitty.

I heard footsteps behind me and I began walking faster. The alley was a good shortcut but it was not the safest. The footsteps were getting closer as I began walking even faster.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I should have taken the other way. I don't like this. I don't fucking like this. The footsteps keep getting closer and closer.

You idiot. You fucking idiot. You should have taken the other way. You idiot! How could you be so stupid?

I could feel my back hit the wall and a large frame was standing over me. His body blocked any chance of escape I could have had. One of his hands was on the wall and in the other he held a knife against my throat.

"If you scream, I'll cut that pretty little throat of yours and if you try to escape, I'll shoot you, you hear me?"

I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared. I shouldn't have gone out. This is all my fault. I am so stupid.

Two things were running through my head; this is all my fault and that I'm going to die.

I feel like I'm going to die.

His lips touched my chin and started going lower and lower.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
No. No. No. No.

My body froze. I want to do something. I want to make him stop but my body is not cooperating and I hate myself for putting myself in this situation. This is all my fault. I am going to die and this is going to be all my fault.

"Please... stop..." I whispered. He looked up at me, I could feel the knife slowly digging into my skin.

"What did you say?"