little lady | ed sheeran

Four

I rush into my bedroom, eager to rip these clothes off of me. The smell of incense invades my nostrils. Nearly tripping, I kick my heels off. As they land wherever, I run into the bathroom. I turn the shower on, setting the water to HOT. I step in, still fully clothed. The water hits my skin, and water soaks into me. My face finally breaks as it scrunches up. I rip my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere in the tub. I let it drop to the floor as my tears do the same. My hands unhook my bra and throws it way from my skin. Left in only my skirt, I sob. Violent sobs control my body and pull me down.
     On my knees, the pain between my legs shame me. My hands reach up to my wet throat. My cries get harder as I think of everything he did to me.
     Sobbing, I think of how he forced himself onto me. I think of how he pried my legs open and drove inside of me. His animalistic energy tore into me, crippling every part of me; leaving me fragile and helpless.
     I look down at the skirt that covered every my legs. I remember how he pulled it off of my legs. I tried to resist in a way that wouldn't be too rough, so that he could rethink about what he was about to do. But he didn't. His hands grabbed, pulled, twisted, and slapped my skin.
     He gripped my throat as he tore into me, relishing the control he had over me. My throat is the sorest it's ever been. My legs are the sorest they've ever been. My mind remains the same.
     He wasn't gentle like I thought he would be, he was as rough as every other man that had been in my bed. He took advantage of my situation just as much as everyone else has.