The darkness held me for a while assuring me that I was alright. But it wasn't alright. How could it be... I... I was... raped! The thought horrified me. Bob raped me... And I didn't stop him... How could I?
"Jamey? Oh god! JAMEY?!" A familiar voice... A boys voice... His voice. Jeffrey.
"Jeffrey?" I groan quietly.
"Jamey? Thank god. What happened." He asked his voice laced with concern.
I open my mouth to reply... But what could I say. I couldn't bring myself to explain I was raped. Bob was right no one would believe me. No one would even listen. No one ever listens.
"I don't remember." I lie through my teeth. I can't let him know... No one can know what happened.
I let my eyes wander anywhere except Jeffreys eyes. If I saw those I would break down. I can't break down yet.
I stand shakily to my feet and go to step. My body is sore and my lower body feels like shit. I then realize Bob redressed me. I search my pockets for my phone and my heart leaps when I find it.
My hands type the familiar number that belongs to my mother. The phone rings three times. And then...
"Hello?" My mother asks.
"Hey mom! Sorry I'm late but something at school held me back can you come get me??" I half pled.
"James! Thank gosh. I was worried your more than 2 hours late. I'll be there in five minutes." She answers.
After I hung up my phone Jeffrey looks at me and leans in to kiss me. On instinct I lean away. How could I let Jeffrey touch my body when Bob touched me first.
His faced showed shock and hurt. I didn't want to hurt him but I couldn't let him touch me. I was no longer pure. But I looked him in the eyes and put on my fake smile. And leaned let him hug me.
The second his body touched mine a flash of memories flooded into my mind. I knew it would happen... It would happen every time someone touched me. And that person would never know.
I wanted to flinch away and shrivel into a little ball. Everytime he moved his hand all I could picture was Bob touching me. Everytime I closed my eyes I thought of him... Bob.
He would always be a deep dark thought in the front of my mind. I felt hot tears start to form. But I refused to let them fall. He didn't need to know.
He never needed to know... Ever.
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