"YOU DIDNT SAVE ME!! None of you gave a fuck about me and I was left alone for six months with no one but coldness and darkness. You speak so highly of being strong? You couldn't protect your sister from being kidnapped and used like the marijuana y...
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Mikhail 7:45pm: I broke into her house again. I loved being in here, it had the scent she carried. Coffee. I know she didn't like coffee and was more of a sweet tooth with chocolate like a little kid, but her home had this huge jar of untouched coffee. I smiled, imagining her try and fail at drinking coffee. She was such a kid. I began to wonder through her clothes and home, trying to find pieces of her that she kept locked away.
8:09: Where the fuck is she? On that stupid date with that loser Jason. Or was it Jack? Whatever the fuck this cunts name is.
9:44: If he so much as kisses her let alone touches her I'll pull out his intestines and feed it to my hounds in Moscow.
10:22: If only that girl had a bloody phone!! What if she's in danger? And needs my help?
11:07: I am not leaving until she comes. And then I'll break that shits face.
11:59: The door was unlocked, I got a jolt. Finally!! I almost ran to her and hugged her. I was inside her closet, found a picture of her brothers under a pink sweater. Which was sniffed. Guilty pleasure, it smelt like dust and something sweet. Maybe she wore it at a festival.
"Sara, I can't go home drunk. Can I sleep with you?", my veins popped. The house lights were off, I looked through the closet and saw Jason or Jake carrying Sara. He lowered her on the bed, her eyes were fighting to open. The fuck did he do to her.
"No..no my brothers...said no", she pointed to the blue couch near the closet. Why did this girl not say fuck off? He lowered his head to her white sweater. Taking it off her, her fair skin prominent.
What. The. Mother. Fucker.
"I'll take care of you", he pressed his lips on her collar. The sound his lips made, I realised I bit the inside of my cheek forcing it to bleed.
Someone is defiantly dying tonight. I push open the closet door and grab his collar. "THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUCHING?!!"
His legs dropped to the floor, as if I was holding up a puppet. He looked like a disgusting pedophile. He just- tried to rape a drunk girl. He tried to rape Sara.
Sara...
I punched him with all my might, my knuckles forced his nose to flood, again I crashed his teeth, his jaw. A hook punch, kick to his ribs.
She wouldn't want you to kill him.
I grabbed him, held him up. "You were going to rape her..." his mouth filled with blood, his teeth coated with warm crimson liquid. "If you don't leave the university, if you so much as look at Sara again or come anywhere near her I will gouge your eyes out and leave you to die in an empty room to scream and starve. Do you hear me mother fucker?", throwing him out, he scrambled to his feet and dashed out.
"Mik-", Sara voiced out. She was tossing and turning. I held her little face, my forehead above hers. Why is she doing this to herself?
"I hate it when you call me Mike. Call me Mikhail Sara..." I felt like crying. What is wrong with her? Why did she trust that...
Don't think about it. You'll pull out your gun and blow up his brains.
"Mikhail..", she was asleep. I put on her sweater, my hands shaking. Filled with blood I began to clean the stains. It took me two hours to get rid of the stains with the tools Sara had. After I was done, I kissed her forehead and held her hands. Apologising for not protecting her. Or telling her to ditch the date. It was my fault. I knew there was something off about him.
Sara
7:29AM I woke up with a heavy headache. A migraine. I don't remember what happened after 8. Except that I drank something. Looking around me, I saw Mikhail watching me, laying on the couch. He looked like a killer, ready to devour me. I grabbed my blanket and went inside.
Holy...what do I do?
He grabbed the blanket away from me, harshly. Repulsive anger filled his eyes and mouth. I was scared. "Sara. I need to talk to you".
Shit I have morning breath. I covered my mouth in a way that looked like I was considering what he was saying. "Yes go on" I said. Please dontttt.
He sat beside me, glaring at me. "What the fuck did you do yesterday?" He asked sternly. Demanding the truth. "Me and Jack ate and had drinks..." I answered. Plural. Drinks.
"What drink?!" He yelled this time. I didn't answer. Why is he so angry? "I don't know. I don't drink alcoh-" he grasped my wrists and smelt my breath. Really?! REALLY?!!
"Vodka. You fucking had Vodka. Sara, how many shots did you have? And why? Were you depressed? Did you want to dance and be a fucking slut? Put yourself out there?"
Okay he was taking it too far.
I moved away from his grasp and got out of bed. "Jack asked me out. I said no and he asked me for a drink. I didn't know it was Vodka and I didn't order it. He did and he made me drink it."
"And he also did more than that when you were out-" he paused. I faced him, wait where is Jack?
"Mikhail...what are you saying?". My heart rate increased. Sara...no
"Sara. He tried to-" Mikhail lowered his gaze. I grabbed Mikhail's face, his jaw. My eyes urging him to tell me truth as I told him the truth.
"He tried to have sex with you. He didn't, I was here and I stopped him. He won't come to your school-" I left his face. I felt the urge to dig into something deep.
Rape. He tried to rape you
"Sex and rape are different. Mikhail did I agree to sleep with him?" I knew the answer.
"He tried to rape you while you were unconscious. He didn't touch your lips or-"
"Or what?! What Mikhail tell me what he did to me!!" I wanted to touch my body. Feel where he felt. My area did not hurt or burn. He didn't rape me then.
"He just kissed your collar bone. Sara I'm so sorry" I collapsed to the floor, holding my face. The room smelt of detergent and bleach. Why?
I looked up at Mikhail.
"Blood?" I asked. He nodded.
He knelt beside me and held me. "I won't let anyone touch you. Or hurt you. Not again. I've let it happen twice and watched. I'm sorry Sara. I will protect you I promise", and with that I held him and cried into his chest. He was up the whole night, cleaning the blood and waiting to tell me.
"I'm sorry", I uttered under my breath. Hoping he didn't hear me.
"I love you, Sara"
A man in your occupation should not fall in love. Or have a family
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