That October Night

Chapter 20

                   -WHIPPED ME AROUND so fast my head hit the wall. The throbbing was so sudden that when I tried to get up I crumbled back to the ground.

Even through my pain, I vowed to myself not to be taken advantage of without a fight. I was willing to fight through this for me and every other person that has experienced a dramatizing moment such as this.

Another human was willing to voluntarily shatter me to pieces and strip me down emotionally, physically, and mentally. That human whom I trusted and even grew to love turned out to be more than a wolf in sheep's clothing.

He was the fucking devil himself!

The reality of this provoked me even more and I felt my blood boiling, giving me enough boost to stand up. With my hand pressed against my head, I used my other hand to keep me standing upright. I could feel the hot stickiness seeping through my scalp and flowing down my hand.

Maybe it was how everything was so blurry all of a sudden, but Josiah grew a pair of horns.

Josiah.

I loved that name.

Ten minutes ago the mere mention of his name would've automatically brought a smile to my face.

It made me feel all that shit I heard girls talk about when they were in love. I was melting and falling in love with him-Josiah.

He was easy to love.

He treated me differently from how all the other guys did. The guys treated me like one of them, but I didn't mind because it was what I was used to.

But Josiah—he called me beautiful.

He tucked my hair behind my ear.

He told me things that I was never told before.

And that's where I messed up. I didn't really fell in love with Josiah—I fell in love with the idea of love with Josiah. I fell in love with his words even when his words often didn't measure up with his actions.

So many times his words urged me to fall deeper although his actions screamed STOP, he was so damn good with his mouth.

Through the pain that I felt in my heart and my head, I groped on the wall until I felt something—anything. The first thing my hands landed on was a lamp, so I took it and swung it at Josiah. Sadly, I didn't swing hard enough, because in seconds he recovered and struck me across my face. Instantly the taste of a nine-volt battery surged into my mouth. I spat on his face and enjoyed his look of shock when my blood-filled saliva sputtered on his face.

"You little bitch! Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult?"

He strenuously gripped me by my hair and snapped my head back. Josiah slowly sniffed my neck and placed soft kisses until he was to my bleeding chin. Those kisses used to make my toes curl, but the only thing they had curling now was my guts.

I was utterly disgusted at this being in front of me.

"No matter what I did for you to have sex with me you resisted. Now bitch you shall suffer the same way you made me suffer."

"Fuck you," I tried saying, but the words were barely audible. I was getting weak by the second.

I was on the ground, facing the door so when mom barged in I instantly took notice of her presence and saw how disturbingly terrible she looked. She had chocolate frosting smudged around her mouth and one of dad's old t-shirt draped around her. Her hair was so disheveled that it couldn't even be called a messy bun.