Dear Laura 2

Chapter 18

"Good morning handsome." I said without opening my eyes. And when I did not get a response, I opened them. I did not know that he had an early morning, so I was shocked to see that he was not in bed. I heard a noise in the kitchen, so I went to check it out.

"Who are you? Get out of my house! I know taekwondo." I placed my hands in front of me like I was ready to attack. Just to make it clear, I did not know taekwondo. The white old male looked amused as he chuckled.

"I'm not joking. I have the police on speed dial."

"Lady, relax. These are my tools. Your partner hired me to fix the plumbing. Your hot water was not running."

"Oh. Oh, uh, where is my partner?"

"He went out for a jog. He told me to tell you that he will be back before you know it."

"Okay. Sorry to disturb. Is it safe to shower now? I need to go to work."

"Yes, it is. I am about to leave." He told me.

"You will let yourself out?"

"No problem."

I turned the water on and made sure it was lukewarm before I went in. After hanging the towel I was wrapped in, I heard footsteps approaching the bathroom. With the excitement that my fiancé was back, I hurried towards him completely naked. I did not consider the fact that it could make me late for work.

The figure appeared in front of me and judging by how much larger it was, I realized that it was not Abdul. Shame washed over me as I saw the plumber from earlier in front of me. He looked rather enticed by me. His eyes smouldered as he eyed me from head to toe and bit his lip. I quickly hid my explicit parts with my hands. Or attempted to.

"There's no point in hiding, I can see that curvaceous figure through those tiny hands of yours."

"Ew! Uh, what are you doing here? I thought you were leaving." I aggressively asked.

Before he could answer, I attempted to go back into the bathroom to wrap myself with a towel. I did not feel comfortable with the way Mr plumber was looking at what belonged to Abdul.

As I was about to leave, he grabbed my hand and said, "where do you think you are going? I am not done with you yet."

My heart raced just as I threw up in my mouth. He was disgusting. I swear I had the worst luck. Abdul let a pervert into our home, and I did not see myself surviving that situation. If only my knowledge of taekwondo was not a lie.

He pulled me by my hair and threw me on my bed. I winced in pain. My palms started to get sweaty, and the room started to spin. I was completely flustered as I saw him unbuckling his pants. Fear engulfed my whole body and claimed me for itself. It went on to shred me into pieces. My heart hammered against my chest until it was all I could hear.

He placed the pants below his butt then gripped my throat and told me how much fun he was about to have with me. The tears were flowing from my eyes, but my face was emotionless. I was numb. There was nothing left to feel. A part of me was about to be stolen from me and I was helpless. I tried to break free, but what was that going to do? He was ten times stronger than I was.

"Get off her, now!" I faintly heard Abduls voice even though he was a few feet away from me.

It felt like my soul had exited my body. The plumber aggressively let go of me and Abdul threw in a punch or two. I laid helplessly on the bed while all of this happened. I heard the police come in a few minutes later and blood was splattered all over the nameless plumber's face.

"How dare you lay your hands on my what's mine. I will screw you up." Abdul yelled before the cops took the pervert away.

The cops asked me for a statement, but I was frozen in time and could not move my limbs. Abdul was nowhere to be found during this time. I heard a cop say he asked for some air. Yea, he needed the air. He needed air during the time I needed him most. During my lowest.