The Perfect Imperfections

Chapter 1

     "If you don't want any trouble just do what I say" he positioned the knife directly in front of my face but then I was quick.

   I stepped on his feet which made him stumble back followed by a yelp while holding and nursing his now bruised toes, the knife fell to the floor and I kneed him in his 'manhood' he let out a animal-like groan.

I rounded the kitchen island and opened the door. I was about to leave and climb up the stairs but before I could even register what was happening I was back in the kitchen with a hand clamped around my mouth.

The sound of a piece of clothing being ripped off boomed through out the room. when I looked at the floor to see my shirt ripped into two leaving me in my bra. My mouth gaped opened and closed like a fish but there was a pain which stung my left cheek. He just slapped me.

   "I told you there would be trouble if you misbehave" I blinked my tears away and let out a silent sob. "Guess we would have to do it here since you aren't willing to behave" he yanked my arm while I started to beg.

"No please no"

"Shut up you bitch" he hit me again before putting me on the counter. Though he was still taller than me.
He started to unzip his pants and grabbed my waist tightly. His hands slid down my thighs which I tried to wriggle my way out of his grip but to no avail. He pulled my legs apart and drew me closer to him. A gasp escaped from my lips as he returned back to holding my waist and squeezing my butt. He put his hands on the waist band of my shorts while I tried to hit his chest but he didn't budge. I tried pushing and slapping but it was no use.

"Rrriinng."

Waking up by the alarm was always a life saver. Breathing heavily I wiped the sweat off my face with the tissue on the dresser and turned off the alarm. Taking a few deep breaths I closed my eyes trying not to remember the past and focus on the present.

So I rolled off my and stretched out my limbs then head straight to the bathroom. I sneered in disgust at my reflection in the mirror, my early morning look was hideous but it was always on me. knowing I'm not a morning person has its disadvantages on me.

For instance, let's begin with my hair. it looks like a bird nest because of it's short length. And lets not forget about the bags under my eyes oh and how about the morning breath always a pleasure to have them.

I skipped my thoughts and striped out of my pajamas which consisted of a large shirt and shorts. My feet subconsciously took Me to the shower and then I turned it on. I stepped out of the shower and began to brush my teeth. Wrapping a towel around my naked body and the toothbrush still in my mouth I went to my closet and brought out my workout clothes which was just a black fitted leggings and a sweatshirt which spelt UCLA and by working out I meant running from here to the park which was just 2 miles away.

I put on my clothes and slipped into my Nike sneakers then brought out my earbuds. opening the door as quietly as possible not wanting to cause any noise. I sneaked out like I usually do so I won't have to wake my roommate up even though she's a deep sleeper. With lightening speed I ran out of the apartment and went down the stairs skipping the elevator to warm my legs up.

"Ah ready for your run I see" the door man- Chad- spoke up when I finally reached the last step. I gave him a smile and greeted the forty two years old Asian.

"Good morning Chad and yes I am".

"Why do you even run anyway you don't hit me as the type who would care about what you weigh?" He asked

"Well it actually helps as a stress relief   and to think, it helps cool my mind".

"So it isn't because of what you weigh?".