Evanna Austen a freshman in college, starts out her journey with her friends. After successfully passed out her freshman year she was ready to began her second year more than ever, with the friends she loved. Everything was going fine until her unco...
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I arrive to my building and go straight to my room, locking myself in.
Amelia sees the whole ordeal from the hall and immediately follows me but I was quick to lock the door. She knocks my door several times but I need to be alone right now.
The scene plays in my mind, nonstop and I can't help but cry. A memory of past that I wanted to bury forever tries to pick it's surface and I breathe, trying hard to keep it buried.
Now's not the time for that.
I know whatever I did was right. That prick who touched me, needed to get his senses right but still his scary eyes when I slapped him is haunting me. He looked so angry and scary at that time that it's making me scared remembering that. As much as I am feeling a little bit proud on myself that I slapped him but still I can't get over the look on his face. I look at my hand that he twisted and surely it was red.
Groaning, I walk to my bathroom and take a shower.
After fifteen minutes when I come out, I feel fine now. I am not crying that much luckily nothing happened. I stopped before he could do anything but I'm feeling disgusting, touching like that.
I don't come out for dinner as my appetite is ruined. Amelia knocks the door asking me if I am okay. I tell her I am and need some time alone but she insisted for me to come out or let her in.
Finally I give in and unlock the door. She looks at my appearance and I know I don't look presentable not like when we last met in the cafeteria. She grabs me by shoulder and hugs me.
"What he did now?" She mumbles in my hair. I don't know what to say.
"Nothing. He didn't do anything." Clearly he didn't but his friend did. I wonder if he wasn't busy that time would he help me or just enjoyed the show like his other friends. But judging by what he said to me afterwards gives me the answer.
Suddenly whatever happened flash in my mind and I hug Amy tightly. Fear building within me.
"Then why are you crying? I know you are tutoring him after college and you were early today." she points letting me go to look at me. I hide my face and sit on my bed.
"We just had an argument and you know how sensitive I am. So I just cried. I am such a cry baby." I tell her while laughing a little. She looks at me from the door and walks inside.
"Eva I know you are hiding something and I don't know why. I'm not forcing you but please tell me you are okay like really really okay."
Am I? I ask myself. I don't even know. That memory is still fresh inside my mind and playing like a broken record. I could feel his stinking breath and his fingers running past my breasts. I feel my eyes getting blurry and I look up at ceiling while lying down on bed.
"I am okay Amy just need some time alone. Please." I hide my face with pillows and hear her closing my door. When I see she isn't there I let my tears come down, crying on my pillow. Everything that happened today mix with something from past make me hug my pillow tighter. I know in past it was my fault, I was the immature one but today...was it my fault too?
