Help Me

What The Hell Just Happened?

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 

"Who is it?" I shouted at my bedroom door. 

Yes, I do have an attitude. When I left my appointment, I came straight home and laid down in my bed. I didn't want to be bothered. I wanted to think and wallow in my own self - pity. I wanted sit in my bed, watch chick flicks, and eat ice cream. Pathetic, I know. 

"Uh...It's me, Spencer." He giggled. Why is a grown man giggling? 

"What do you want?" I asked. 

"C-could You just.......open the door?" He slurred. Why the hell is he talking like this? I got up and opened the door. As soon as I did this I was met with the smell of beer. Is this bitch drunk or some shit?

"What do you want?" I repeated sharply. 

He giggled. Again! This motherfucker is still giggling!  "I want you, Ryan." 

I flinched. He wants me? Why? I mean, I know I'm sexy. But damn. I have a boyfriend now. Even if I didn't, I wouldn't give him the time of day. He's my mom's boyfriend for crying out loud! What the hell type of shit is that? 

He pushed me farther into my room so he could close and lock the door. He stalked towards me, trying to look sexy but failing miserably. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted at him. He smiled an animalistic grin. Not sexy. Not sexy at  all. 

"I want you, Ryan." He repeated. I feel a little scared now. I feel vulnerable. I hate feeling vulnerable. What's about to happen to me?  Is he going to rape me? Not again. Please not again. 

"I want you. I want you. I want you. Ryan." He repeated over and over again. 

He wants me. He wants me. He wants me. I'm not sure how I feel about that. 

I stood there frozen in fear. He reached and stroked my cheek. His hands were rough. He needs to  invest in some cocoa butter. "You're so beautiful, Ryan. So goddamn beautiful." He whispered in my  ear. A shiver ran up my spine, not from pleasure, but from shock. He scares me so much. I've never been scared of anyone, but this bitch makes me want to fucking die. Why is he so damn creepy? 

He licked my neck. My fucking neck! That's is just disgusting. You don't lick a neck, you suck the neck. How can my mom like this pedo bear? Every time he took a step forward, I took a step back. I kept going until I felt my back hit the wall. 

Dang, now I'm trapped. 

"No where to go, Ryan." He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. I struggled against his hold. "Please let me go." I whimpered. I hated feeling like this. It's horrible. 

"No can do Ryan. I wanted to have sex with you a while ago. I even offered money but you refused. This is going to happen whether you want it to or not." He said with a grin. What the hell is he talking about? 

"Well, your mom told me that you were a....um....prostitute?" He made it sound like a question. 

"I was." 

"Well I have money and your mom's not home....." He trailed off. The fuck? 

"Sorry. I don't do that anymore." I responded. 

"Oh." He said, looking uncomfortable. 

"Yea. Could you leave? I'm uncomfortable and I need to get ready to go." I said. 

"Yea, I'll go to my room. Maybe some other time?" He sounded hopeful. 

"Your room?"