In my room I lie on my bed,sobbing.
Why does this happen to me? Why can't he just stop?
I turn over on my acing side to see the clock read 8:30pm. I close my eyes as the tears continue to fall. My mind becomes at ease as I almost doze off into a peaceful sleep
CRASH
My eyes shot open to see Jim standing in my doorway. Oh god not again.
Jim- Hey beautiful
He says in a slurred manner as he comes to take a seat on the side of my bed.
Shante- Jim?
Jim- Yea baby
This is weird. I slowly started to scoot myself away but he just scooted closer.
Shante- Jim your scaring me.
I say as I go to jump off the bed but he grabs my arm and yanks me over to him.
Jim- Don't run from me.
His eyes staring me down making me nervous.
He pulls me on the bed and climbs on top of me. A strong scent of alcohol fills the space between us.
Shante- Get off me
I began struggling but his grip on my arms became too tight.
Jim- Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.
He grabbed both of my wrist and pinned them down with his one hand, gripping them so tight that I believe it was cutting off my circulation. His other hand began felling up and down my sides, tears began streaming down my face again.
Jim- Don't cry.
He said in a smooth manner that just made the tears fall more.
He started kissing the tears away and worked his way down my neck to my collar done.
Shante- GET OFF!
Jim- WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT RAISING YOUR VOICE!
He attempted to reach for my jogging pants until we heard the sound of the front door open.
Mom- Jim honey I'm home!
She yelled from the kitchen. Jim just looked at me .
Jim- This isn't over, and don't say shit to your mother about this!
He yelled in a hushed manner before climbing off of me and leaving my room.
My body now shaking I just laid by my bedroom door, falls of water draining from my eyes.
I couldn't move. The thought that I just almost got raped wouldn't leave my mind. Should I tell my mother?
For twenty minutes I just stayed in the same spot. Finally I got up and went into my bathroom to rinse off the dried tears..
I need all this to stop. I need to tell my mom. I walk out my room and go downstairs. Hesitantly ,I make my way to were she's at .
Shante- *taking a seat at the counter* Hey m-mom is Jim here?
I stuttered still shaking from before.
Mom- No he just left out ,what you want?
I started messing with my fingers nervous as to how to tell her.
Shante- Well, right before you came home *tearing up* he tried to rape me.
There was complete silence.
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Fastlane (Syd the Kyd Fanfic)
FanfictionMy name is Shante Miller, 16 years old. Alls hell started when I was just 13. Daughter of an alcoholic, I've kept this a secret all my life, to promise never to tell a living soul of what her boyfriend does to me. So I kept it bottled up inside.Afte...