Our Little Secret ✔️

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Michelle
I don't exactly live in the luxurious side of New York, being a single mother, my mom does the best she can. We are middle class, our house is not too big but not too small. Ever since my dad died, we had to change our lives styles, it wasn't such a drastic change, but learning how to live without my dad was really hard, I don't talk about him often, because when I do, I feel like crying my eyes out. Before my dad died, I use to be very different. I use to have friends, I use to be very social. I was in track, my dad always cheering me on in the bleachers. I loved music, got that from my dad, being a musician, it was only logical that his child would too love music. We would play the guitar together and sing, it was OUR thing. Something special that we got to share. His death made me hate everything that I loved because it reminded me of him, and I wanted to forget or at least pretend even though my heart knew all too well that I could never that I lost my best friend, the only person that could make genuinely smile, in my arms.
After his death, my mom took my to a Psychologist, I went to therapy once a week. But I never told her what happened that day of my father's death,
"watching your father died can be traumatizing" the psychologist said to my mom after weeks of attending therapy.
No kidding Sherlock!
I didn't want to talk to anyone, my mom tried to get me to talk to her, tell her what happened, but I just couldn't bring myself to say anything, it was too painful, it still is. After 2 years my mom has given up, but always reminds me she is there to listen.
Enough about my sorrows, like I was saying,
Today happens to be a cold day in New York(no surprise there). After millions of 'please's" from Jake I let him have a sleepover at his friend's house. Mrs.Wilson(his friend's mom) offered to dropped off Jake tomorrow night so I don't have to pick him up. He doesn't have school tomorrow, lucky kid!
That meant that I got to have a little time for myself. I walked to my favorite cafe, I sat in a booth for about 3 hours reading my book before noticing how dark it was. I thanked Mr.P for the hot chocolate that he gave me on my way out and made my way home. The hot cocoa kept my hands warm. I only had a sweater on, and here in New York, a sweater is like wearing shorts in a cold day! I don't like walking home at night. Even though I'm tall, I got no fighting skills. Like ZERO, so I always try to avoid it as much as I can.
I'm always paranoid. You know when you hear things that are there, I blamed the movie 'Taken' for making paranoid. I mean the girl was kidnapped in her own apartment, and in here walking the street at night time. My chances are higher.
As I was walking I kept feeling a glare in the back of my head, I just felt it, call it a girl's sixth sense but I knew someone was following which only made me walk faster.
I quickly glanced over my shoulder and I saw a black shadow. A SHADOW!
Oh my god, I'm not ready to fight, I didn't actually think someone was following me. My heart was beating so fast, I could picture it literally running home and locking me outside.
"Hey beautiful, what are you doing all alone so late at night?" A deep voice said. He sounded drunk? Fuck.
"I'm meeting my boyfriend , even though it's none of your business" I said as coldly and intimidating as possible.
"I could only guess someone as pretty as you had to have a boyfriend. He is one lucky guy. God damn!" He said in his attempt to sound seductive.
"Yeah well I'm pretty sure he won't appreciate you following me" I said walking faster.
"But I can't help it, I mean. I could fuck you right now. I bet you would feel so good. Me inside of you, doesn't it sound tempting? Fuck you make me hard" he said and my eyes widen in fear.
"If you don't fucking leave right now I will call the cops" I said angrily.
"But what are they gonna do by the time they find you." He said as he forcefully pushed me against a brick wall in an alley making me drop my hot chocolate in my hands, burning my skin .
"Stop! Get off me! Don't touch me!" I yelled as I fought against him.
"Just make it easy for me, I'll be in and out. Smooth, you'll make it harder on yourself" he said as he tried to pin my arms against the wall.
"STOP! HELP HELP. OH MY GOD HELP!" I screamed from the top of my lungs
"Shut the fuck up and be nice" he said kissing my cheek.
"Please don't do this" I begged through tears.
"Don't cry, you'll enjoy it I promise" he said as he kissed my jawline.
"Stop!! HELP SOMEON—" I yelled but he muffled my words with his mouth. I squirmed underneath him.
Some one help MJ or more like 'SPIDER-MAN HELP THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFEEEE'
Stay tune for part 2 coming out later this week!