Dakota, Finding Herself

Whos Reggie?

Reggie

Cornelius

Cornhole

the 3rd.

Ugh just his name makes me shiver.

He's a very bad bad man.

So bad in fact, he loves to pop kid's balloons just for the pleasure of it.

The sick freak even goes as far as to eating their mothers! For crying out loud....

Like wtf? Right.

I still can't believe my fathers making me marry him.

He is hideous hideous hideous.

*Flashback to back in my tribe*

The year was 2009. Dakota was only 12 years old. She was a bright little girl just happening to be waltzing around----

'Okay? I think I can tell my own story. Get the hell outta here narrator' I stop him

Oh Uh right. My apologies Dakota.

His animated voice replies.

I roll my eyes.

As I should have been saying....

-.-

I was just waltzing around on a nice, sunny day,

when out of the nowhere a gross sweaty hand came over my mouth muffling any sound of my screams.

I thrashed in strangers arms and I managed to bite down on his hand

He let out a ratty squeak, but continued to drag me away.

I was pushed against a wall in some kind of room.

I was freaking out. My erratic breathing was the only thing heard besides the strangers hushes.

I glanced at him and froze.

Who the hell is this rat looking dude? I wondered.

His tooth was sticking out. It seemed he could barely clothes his mouth.

He smirked at me probably thinking I was "checking him out"

Not exactly.

He came closer but I backed away.

"Don't come any closer you hideous creature" I blurted out.

He huffed "Don't be afraid little one. You'll enjoy this" he let out a sinister laugh, his retarded eyes boring into my own.

I gulped.

His hand reached out revealing long chipped nails in which.. seemed like he hadn't cleaned them in years?

Though.

He was a rat so I mean could you blame him?

He gripped my shirt and tore it off.

I watched stunned as a slight drool came out of his mouth before he quickly wiped it.

I cringed.

Wow.....

I always thought I would have sex but this is not how I imagined my first time being.

His hands moved to my jeans and I lunged backwards but he had me in a death grip.

Well. Shit balls.

"Get away from me!" I yelled and kicked him in the balls.

He dropped to the ground and let out a very unattractive fart in the process while holding his "most prized possession"