07. freedom at last

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september 2nd, 2009






dear guy,

today, david tried to force himself upon me. he hasn't been letting up about the idea of bearing children. i guess father really pushed that idea. he brought it up again tonight during dinner, and i refused. angrily, this time. i had never done anything confrontational, not to david. but my hands twitched as he spoke, and i got up from my chair. the wooden legs screeched against the floorboards, but i didn't wince at the sound as i usually did.
i ran upstairs and slammed the door, and david followed. he was just as angry as i was at this point. and that's when he did it. as he did it, he told me that this is what he had to do since i had refused. as if this was some kind of necessity. as if he was allowed to touch me like that. rage quaked through me as genuine tears of terror streamed down my face. how dare he try to rationalize forcing himself upon a woman!
i shoved him off me with all my might, and stood across the room from him. i had never liked him. but i was seeing a new sort of monster right then. i fled across the room, grabbed some bags and some belongings, and left.
i decided i'd deal with the legal situation later. i just needed to get out of there. i was in a silk nightgown and shivering, goosebumps prickling my calves and forearms.
but i got onto my knees on that cobblestone driveway, and i laughed. guy, i laughed! i was shaking beyond belief with the chill, but i was also giggling for no reason. but it felt fantastic, guy.
the tears were still streaming down my face steadily, but for the first time, i felt the sweet taste of freedom on my tongue.

love, gracie.

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