Beyond Music

Good-Bye David

The sun rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow through the windows of the bedroom. I opened my eyes, reluctantly waking up from a peaceful slumber. But as I turned to face my fiancé, my heart dropped. It wasn't Malcolm lying next to me, it was William. My ex-husband had walked out on me over a year ago. I recoiled in shock, my mind struggling to make sense of the situation. But before I could even process what was happening, William's lips were on mine. I pushed him away with confusion and fear. What was he doing here? How did he get in? And why was he kissing me?

William's sinister laugh filled the room, and ignited pure fear throughout every fiber of my being.

"I came to get what has always been mine," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "And what will always be mine."

Panic set in as I realized what he meant. This couldn't be happening. Not now, not when I had finally found happiness with Malcolm. But as I tried to escape, William chased me around the room.

I tripped over the sheet and fell onto the bed face-first. I screamed, begging for William to stop, but he only laughed and ripped the sheet from me, exposing my naked body.

"Ah, this is the way I like it, face down, ass up!" William remarked with a sinister tone as he unfastened his jeans. I struggled to rise, but his strength was overwhelming.

With one hand, he pinned my face down onto the bed, while using the other to reveal his rigid manhood. I continued to struggle against him as he forced himself inside me, violating me in the most brutal way possible. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed for him to stop, but he only seemed to go harder. With each thrust, he took a piece of me. My dignity, my self-worth, my happiness – all of it was being destroyed by the man who had once promised to love and cherish me.

As he reached his climax, I felt a part of me die inside. But William wasn't finished. He leaned down, his hot breath against my ear as he whispered, "It's your own fault, you know. All you had to do was let me come home and none of this would have happened."

I could hear the satisfaction in his voice, the pleasure he took in seeing me suffer.

"I've been watching you," he continued, his voice dripping with malice. "You thought you had a perfect little life on the horizon, huh? Well, I wish I could see the look on that motherfucker's face when he finds out that I fucked his bitch."

With one final, disrespectful spit on my back, William was gone. And I was left lying there, broken, and humiliated on the bed.

I cried until there seemed to be no tears left, the weight of William's violation crushing me, my body trembling, my mind foggy. The dim light leaking through the curtains cast shadows on the bed, highlighting the disarrayed sheets and my torn pride. I didn't know how long I had been lying there, my body violated before Malcolm finally came home. I remember the sound of the door opening, and then his voice, desperate and panicked when he turned me over gently, his hands trembling as he asked me what happened. I couldn't find the words; all I could do was cry into his chest.

"He raped me," I finally managed to choke out, the words heavy with pain and shame.

"What? Who did this? Who the fuck did this to you, Camille?" Malcolm's voice was filled with anger, his fists clenching as he struggled to contain his rage.

I had never seen this side of Malcolm before, and it both scared and comforted me as he began to throw things around the room, his frustration and helplessness pouring out in a fit of fury. "Camille, please, you have to tell me who hurt you. I promise you, they'll never hurt you again," he said, his voice softening as he gently wiped away my tears.