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Secrets Untold

☆ Jordin's POV ☆

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The emotions you feel when you're pinned under someone. Fear, scared, hurt, violated, heartbroken.

I'd do anything to not be in this position at this moment, but it's not what we want that we always get.

It's what the creator above plans for us.

But. Why would he plan this? What have I ever done in my life wrong to get all these obstacles thrown right at me? Slapping me over like a trailer JUTC bus. All in less than a month.

If this is God's plan. What can I do to prevent it? Nothing. So why not just accept it? Well eventually move past this. This is all God's plan.

The body crushed on top of mine pressed haste kisses along the lips moving down to my neck, sucking and nipping at my skin.

He ripped a few buttons of my tunic open, my underblouse following after. Leaning up he took another glance at my face. He used his hands to draw the corner of my lips up into a smile, a smile of his own forming. Then he was back to attacking my chest with kisses.

With all of this happening I stayed still. Trying to convince myself that this was all God's plan. How could it not be though? He knows everything before due time. He wanted me to endure this.

Maybe to get stronger maybe to...maybe to...maybe.

The male above me eased his body from mine, pushing his hands through my closed and to the back of my body, quickly unhooked my bra and threw it behind him.

This was it. This is all happening. This is the moment you realize, you're not as untouchable as you feel. And that part of you that felt like you could endure whatever. Is quickly buried under a husk of darkness.

A cold breeze brushed over my nipples, followed by a manly groan, "fi a slim gyal yuh sexy yuh fuck, anyhow mi did wol yuh sooner"

I didn't answer.

His lips brushed over my nipples but froze when the door was pushed open.

A rough hand clamped over my mouth stopping me from making any about noises. Not like I was going to. Maybe it's his little friend, maybe he called them to help ravish me.

"Yow Chad yuh cyah pick it yuh phone bredda?" A voice said drawing near to where we were.

That voice, his voice, that was Rajauny. Was he in on this, maybe he planned this all out. Maybe he started this all for fun to hurt me.

"Mi phone dead," the male above me said, easing his body from mine and sitting up, his hands still over my mouth as he looked to the arched hallway.

"Whatever yuh need fi come school wid mi tomorrow." I heard footsteps retreating, stopping up the stairs.

He wasn't in it after all. I had the chance—the chance to get away. I could bite his hands and shout for Rajauny. He'd help me. But then again what if he only laughs at me? What if he-

"Yow a who fah bag dat?" The footsteps ceased and then started back, coming down the stairs instead of up.

I remembered he had thrown my bag someplace at the front door before he dragged me to the living room.

"Chad!"

I moved my eyes to look up to the young man who was scratching the small of his beard.

"Mi friend leff him bag yah" he looked over to me tightening his hands against my lips.

Rajauny wasn't in on this. Maybe God's plan wasn't to get me raped after all. Maybe it was far more than that. But why?

"Yuh friend a battyman or something?" His voice was getting closer and closer with every word he said. I could hear his footsteps coming over.