Her

Him

( It's been four years since I've posted that story. I didn't imagine to get so much attention, but happy to receive it. There has been many requests for the last part and here you go :) )

Oh God, it's that creepy man again. I thought I would not have to ever see him again in my life. Yet again I am at my best friend's wedding and I saw HIM at her party. I was just trying to enjoy my salad, but he ruined my appetite. I don't know why he is looking at me like that like he's hungry.. and is he sweating?? I need to go freshen up and get away from him mostly. Is he following me? Let me pick up the pace between the dancing crowd to lose him and get away in the bathroom. I am speed walking and practically pushing everyone aside, but he is gaining on me. I can cut this corner, run into the bathroom and just lock the door-

I -I'm almost therejust need to go faster

WHY CAN'T HE SEE TO GO AWAY THAT I AM HEADING TO THE BATHROOM

I just need to get in and lock the door lock the door lock the door

JUST LOCK THE DOOR

somehow I am fighting with the door to even close it. I don't even know what is going on. Why can't I shut it?

He's in.. all I manage to say is-

"Wha- what the hell are you doing?"

He is actually in here with me. What do I even do?

I open my mouth to scream and he tackles me to the ground holding my mouth. Tears are streaming down my red cheeks as I look at him in the eyes and realize I can do nothing.

I don't want to be killed but I do NOT want to be raped. Maybe if I fake it he will let me go and this will be all gone. It will okay.

He picks me up, with his hand still over my mouth, and I punch him in the eye. He lets go to grab his eye. I attempt to escape the bathroom but he grabs me by my waist pulling me back into his grasp. I never felt so hopeless as I did at this moment.

I have to go back to plan A.. just take it.

I cry as he forcibly violates me in every way. I don't understand how he enjoys this with me in visible pain.

When all is done... my vision is so blurry and my mind scattered. I feel like all my hangovers came back plus the aching pain of feeling like I've just been hit by a truck- that truck being him.

As I'm stumbling to get back to the hall to get my belongings and go home. I just wanted to go home. I wanted some comfort and no way was I ruining my best friend's wedding. It was her day and no one was going to ruin that- not even my own rape.

My childhood friend, Danielle, sees me struggling and comes over quickly.

"Had too much to drink?" She says with a big tipsy smile

"yeah..ha" I tried to sound fun and happy. I could tell my face was pale and straight with horror.

"Let me get your stuff and you can call a cab"

"no I'm fine I can drive I'll sober up in time" I was not going to stay another minute in this place.

I'm getting closer to the front entrance and I feel my heart beating wanting to jump out and run out those gold doors. I hear footsteps, but everyone is dancing in the hall, so it's fineeverything's fine...

"Where are you going? It's still early."

..everything is not fine

what the fuck? he used me. Isn't he done? Can't he tell that I'm hurting over what HE did? NO NO NO he doesn't get this. I just want to go away so I tell him to

"Get away!"

I can't hide that I'm shaking like a Chihuahua. I fumble over my feet to run to my car, the sweat pouring from my face, the struggle to breathe to gain the energy and will to make it. The car looks and feels so incredibly far away. It's like looking down a tunnel and each step is another 100 steps back.

I make it to my car door without even realizing it and I hurry to get out my keys. Yes! I'm here and I can soon just go home and forget this and forget everything tonight. I get the tip of the key in and I feel him. He's here.

I didn't know he was still following me. I thought he was done tormenting me, but I guess not. I open the door and try to push him aside so I can jump in, lock the doors and speed off. As I go to jump in he grabs me and pushes me into the backseat. I beg him to please leave me to please get off.

No matter how much I pledged he did not care. Soon enough he flipped me over and I cried. And cried. And cried.

Even after he left me there with the door open and my dress up exposing me. I cried on my stomach for an hour. I managed to get myself to sit up and just try to breathe.I get out the backseat and into the front. I still did not stop crying and I don't think I ever will. I know one thing for sure- I will never forget the time I met him.