SEDUCTION

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Why is he calling me now? After so long in which he gave no sign of life, why bother now. I hang up the phone and shrug in resignation, I have nothing to do, but I don't want to talk to her, I told her this clearly when she last called me a year or so ago. I put the phone on the table by the bed and lie down on the pillow. I don't wrap myself, I can't sleep covered, it gives me the feeling of suffocation, of helplessness. I try to close my eyes and let sleep erase all my problems ... if possible.

"I'm sitting in the armchair, I'm stressed, I'm waiting for my mother to come, I don't know why she's so late. I don't like being alone with this man. He texted me to be here at eight o'clock, ten minutes had already passed. I drink from the glass of wine that was served to me by my mother's housekeeper and his ... I'm starting to feel weak. I look up and see him approaching me, then I look back at the glass. He starts laughing out loud. I see his teeth baring and a panic set in all over my body. I want to get up, to leave, but my body is heavy and I fall back in my chair. I feel like the whole room is spinning with me and I'm losing strength. Then he gets up and approaches me ...

- What the....? I can't finish the question .... He shook his head.

- You looked for her ... you challenged me. I know that's what you want.

I shake my head. I want to get up again but I can't move my limbs at all. I look at the glass again and then at him.

- Hmm ... delicious. He says, looking at my glass of wine, too. You should drink less.

Then he approaches and touches me over the cheeks with his index finger, goes down to the shirt and hurries open it ....

-No ... shake your head. Please ... I speak in a whispered voice. I can't shout, even though I want to scream, scream as long as my lungs hold.

I turn my head to the door, I'm waiting for my mother to have dinner, she has to come ... why isn't she coming. He said he wanted to see me. Why did she leave me here alone with him?

He leans over me and starts licking me, sucking my breasts, I feel a sting but I can't cover myself, I can defend myself from him. Then he wants to kiss me but I try to avoid it. Tears are running down my face, and all I can do is stare helplessly at her body. She squeezes my breasts with her hands, it hurts, as if she wants to snatch them from me again, I have the impression that they will come off my body. I nod and keep saying NO, but he doesn't heed my words. I feel my teeth bit my shoulder, a sharp pain takes over my body, it bit me. Tears do not stop, such a thing cannot happen, such a thing cannot happen to me, not to me. My mother will come, I hope she will come, she will come to save me ... she must come "

Then I wake up suddenly, jump out of bed and put my hand to my chest ... I quickly look around. It takes me a moment to realize where I am. I'm all sweaty, my heart is pounding, I'm biting my cheek, again, again I have this damn nightmare. How should I continue my life if I constantly relive that moment, that night. Tears fill my eyes, I can't, I sit on the bed again and squeeze my knees to my chest. I stay like that for a while, I don't know how many, until I have more tears, then I have the courage and get up. I'm going to have a coffee, I turn on the phone I hung up before I go to bed. I know it's too late for coffee, but coffee rather than bursting into Ely's cupboard, I don't want to fall into that abyss again.

Elijah managed to help me, three years ago he brought me here in the city, and with his help I managed to give up alcohol, drugs. Even though Ely didn't like him at first, and now even less so, he knows that because of him I came out of that world I had created, a dark world in which only alcohol and drugs helped me forget. He helped me, with the right therapy and treatment I managed to build a new life. I'm sorry that I lured him into my hell too, I know it wasn't easy with him, to endure my nightmares, to want to touch me and not leave him, I finally managed to finally we split the bed, but he never managed to erase from my mind what had happened, he failed to make me forget. So in the end he gave up trying, I don't blame him for that, but for how he left me, he was my anchor, he helped me not to get lost, and now I don't have him anymore. He gave up on me, I was too devastated to be repaired.