I'll Be Fine | The Ambys 2021

Fine

"How dare you!" Jake yells at me.

Months after radiotherapy, everything was going great until Jake finds his way back in my life. I had gone to the kitchen to get a cup of water when he lunged at me.

"Please get yourself off of me Jake, please." I beg in a small voice.

"Bitch thinks she's got her own," He laughs in a creepy way. Ugly, just like everything about him.

He grabs me by the sleeves of my sweatshirt and drags me into Leslie's room.

The last time I entered this room was when mama was alive, it used to be my room. I stare at the draped curtains, nothing has changed much except for the spot where my toys used to stay.

Before I can even dwell more on the fact that I'm never going to get it back, Jake pushes me roughly on the queen-size bed, he binds my hands together. Panic fills me as I realise the crazy thought he has in his head.

"No, no, no!" I scream at him, tears fall freely from my eyes.

My screams falls on deaf ears, it seems to aggravate him more. He removes my sweats effortlessly and tears my tights.

What a bad day to not wear a bra!

I toss and turn, twisting and trying everything I can to keep him away from my legs.

"Stay still you this ungrateful slut! You should be grateful someone wants you, asshole," He curses.

He removes his belt and pants. He latches his mouth on my left breast while spreading my legs apart. After what feels like an eternity of hell, he enters my haven in a go.

"Shit, you're tight whore," He groans out, forcing his way into me.

I cry out in pain, the stinging sensation feels like my core is being torn apart.

I feel a tear, my hymen.

I try pushing him away, cursing and yelling at him.

After a few thrusts and grunts, it's fast over as it began.

He lifts himself off of me and heads towards Leslie's bathroom.

Leslie

The realisation of what he has just done overwhelms me.

Jake raped me. Leslie will kill me.

I grab my clothes in a frenzy or what's left of it and rush to my room, the attic.

Uncontrollable, fat tears streams down my face. Jake robbed of me something, something I'd planned to keep.

He has all the girls fawning and falling over him, he has Leslie but yet, he wants me and he got me, right where he wants me.

He got me, all of me.

Grabbing my robe, I walk my sore legs to the bathroom down the hall, thankfully, Jake isn't in sight.

I turn on the shower knob and stay under the water for approximately fifteen minutes, scrubbing ever part Jake touched until my body turn red. The water is starting to get cold, I turn it off and collect my belongings. 

I exit the bathroom, just as I was about to climb the stairs-

"Ah!" A lady's scream stops me.

Leslie is back.

I quickly carry my little body up the stairs before I can reflect on what she wants.

I throw on the same type of sweats and tights I wore earlier when I got to my room, I take extra time in concealing the love bites on my body to avoid suspicion.

Good thing I got it last sales.

I make my way downstairs to clear my head.

"And where do you think you're going missy?" Martha says. I spin back, my panic stricken face match her glare.

"For a walk," I manage to say.

"And who's gonna clean the dirty sheets?" She retorts sarcastically.

"Huh?"

"Leslie's room, remember?"

"I didn't mean to do it, Jake raped me," I whimper.

Leslie probably hears the conversation I'm having with her mother, she runs up to me in full force, kicking my feet off the ground.

"The little puny is a woman now uh," She taunts.

I have little time to recover before she grabs my hair in a fist and slams it on the wall.

The ringing sensation is the last thing I hear before my eyes close on their own accord.