He shoved his tongue in my mouth as I tried to push him away as quickly as I could.
I didn't want this. And he knew it too.
Everytime I tried pushing him away, he'd pull me closer. Then I felt his hand sliding up my thigh, trailing to my the hem of my dress. I did what I had to and bit his tongue hard enough to taste his blood. He pulled away, with a slight moan and laughed.
While he was distracted, I socked him in his face and ran. Losing my heals in the process.
"Please don't be home. Please don't be home." I think to myself as I get closer and closer to the house.
~Present~
"So he has sexually harassed you?"
"Multiple times.. Yes."
"So when he got you pregnant? Was that rape?"
"No. He never got that far to me. I think I did fall for him at some point out of fear and the things I've seen."
"Stockholm's Syndrome."
"Yeah..."
Your son stirs in his sleep, "mama?" His eyes pop open. The same eyes you feared when you saw his father, the same cold blue eyes that made you want to scream, his eyes were just as blue but warm. Thankfully, John doesn't have the crazed look like Jeff's, but the look of an innocent.
You begin to pet his head again, he slowly falls back asleep while holding your other hand with a tight grip. As if he was too afraid to let go.
"So you ran from him? Did he catch you?"
"Yes and no."
"What does that mean?" The officer looked confused.
"I told him he can do whatever he wanted to me. Just not to hurt my family."
"You make that seem like he didn't."
"He didn't. He promised. Remember what I told you? He hates liars. And if he lies then he's just a hypocrite. There were times that he saved my life."
"That's insane. Why would he do that?"
"... It's what made me fall for him.." After saying those words, as if on cue, John woke up again, screaming.
