Carolina wiped her tears as she went back to that fateful night in a motel in a dire need of renovation.
I was in and out of my consciousness. Whenever I came about, I would feel really tired. I realized later that I was out for almost 30 hours. I have no idea what he gave me, I have no idea what he did to me. All I know is - when I finally gained consciousness, there were no shred of clothes in my body, and I was sore between my legs. I cried my heart out. I tried to tell myself this was a bad dream. Only it was not.
He said it was what I wanted, and wouldn't have courage to go through. He said it was because he wanted to give me what I desired. Only it wasn't.
I had to go back, or my parents would start asking questions. Sunday afternoon, I started driving back home. I don't know how I made my way back. I must have caused some road rages the way I was driving.
Finally home, she locked herself in her room. She thought about her next steps. She pondered her options - tell her parents, go to the cops, look for support group, kill herself...
He had been messaging through out, since I left the motel. I was not in the state to respond, and I was not going to respond to him. I wanted to cut my ties with the devil who disguised as my prince charming. I was going to cut my ties... Yes. I was going to kms. It was dreadful, and I started thinking about how I would do it.
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