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August 30th

12:45pm, noon

I grabbed a change of clothes and entered my bathroom, leaving Tom there sitting on the couch.

I changed into my clothes and walked out. I grabbed Toms shirt and gave it to him.

He hesitantly took it, looking at my arm. I glanced down to see what he was looking at. "Oh yeah, my medusa tattoo..." I nodded and looked at him. He had a concerned look on his face.

"Do you know the meaning?" I lifted my brow. Tom nodded at me. "If you don't mind me asking what exactly happened?..."

I looked down at my tattoo. "I was around 15 at the time. I was kidnapped by a group. My father didn't make it to me fast enough. One of the men took advantage of that, and raped me. I heard the man's name... It was Howard something. They said they wanted my dad and not me. From then on, whenever I got kidnapped my father would tell me to count the minutes and seconds. He would always try to get a better record each time. " My voice Quievered.

I looked back up to see Tom, his face full of guilt. "Why do you get kidnapped often?" I widened my eyes. "Nothing. There's just a lot of kidnappings from  where I'm from."

Tom nodded, unconvinced. I slowly felt a tear coming out of my eyes. I thought I'd put this situation past me, but talking about it was never easy.

Talking about rape was never easy.

Tom raised his hand, wiping my tears away. I looked at him, shocked. He looked surprised himself. He jerked his hand back and cleared his throat.

For the remainder of the day. Tom and I chatted about other things. We even watched a movie.

The day flew by and before I knew it. I was cuddled up next to Tom, with a blanket over us, Asleep.

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