Dear Elizabeth

October 9th, 1695

october 9th, 1695

Elizabeth,

  Clayton came home later that dreadful day. His top two buttons of his shirt undone and blonde hair even shaggyier then usual. I tried to stay calm and ask where he has been, and what he was doing. "A friends house, she made me dinner and I kept her company, you see she is quite lonely now, she has just broken up with a guy who lived with her." He started. "She asked me to come over and i agreed, and she told me to stop by when ever i feel like it, so i figured i will stop by tomrrow morning." My arms were crossed. He asked what was wrong but i simply stated nothing. I felt tears coming up so i said i was running out to get some grocieries. "In your sleepwear?" he questioned. I didn't answer and quicly walked out the door.

  As soon as i was outside I let all the tears come out. I was bawling. The cold tears certinaly did not help me get warmer. It was about 20 degrees out and i was in a nightgown. As i walked down the dark, dusty streets, I felt a warm, and rather big, hand come around my mouth and an arm of the same description around my waist. I should have oulled away, but, I was cold and the man was so warm. I found myself push farther into him. I know, I am stupid.

 The man groaned, and squeezed me. Right then I realized what was happening. I struggled to push away. His grip tightened and a low vice said, "Don't try to escape girl." 

The next thing i knew i was in a dark room. I saw a fridge, stove, sink, a toilet, and a bed. Pretty much the basic things you would need to survive. I was rather roughly pushed down onto the uuncomftorable bed. " you know, you shouldn't push a lady if you are trying to win her over." I smirked. THe warm hand whent straight across my face.