What Life Stole From Me

Chapter Three

"No,please don't do this."
I said as I juggled my legs,throwing them around as I tried to find my escape.

The weight of his body on top of me confirmed to me my situation. It was happening. It was real.
He had my hands pinned on the bed where,and His body limited my movement,there was no escape now.

His labored breathing washed into my nostrils as He leaned close to face to force a kissing.

"NO!" I cried.

"I promise to be quick,it wont hurt." Jake's voice was stern,his eyes were heavy with a smoldering desire. He looked nothing like the man I had traveled with. This man had the eyes of a criminal,a heartless criminal.

Ignoring my agonizing screams,He reached for the zipper of his pants,unzipped it and pulled them down,leaving only his boxers.
He was still holding me,not letting me move.

I was surprised at his tight and strong grip.

He parted my legs as he dragged down the my boyshorts in attempt to strip them off.

"All the kindness,the coffee,the transport fare,a roof to lay your head,the bacons and milk......"
He said,as he was still struggling to remove my shorts,still breathing heavily.
"...and I get nothing in return?" He continued. "This is not the 'Father Christmas' movie you watched when you were still a child,sweetie."

I managed to throw him off the bed when his grip loosened as he tried to wrap his body around mine,I broke free,leaving him lying in pain on the floor. 

I ran to open to door as I let out a loud cry.

Then I woke up.

My eyes were wet with tears when I opened them. The pillow was soaked,despite the fact that it was winter and the weather was extremely chilly,the air in the room felt dull and I was sweating.

I heaved a sigh when I looked around the room,there was no one except me.
A huge sense of relief surged through me as I realized it was just a dream.

I stood up. What a terrible nightmare?! In a cold clear afternoon.

I felt scared to my guts,it was just a dream,but it sure felt surreal. Could it be a warning?

I got into the bathroom and washed my face,looking into the mirror my face was pale.

My chiseled-chin was sharp and the edges on my eyes were swollen.
I dried my face with a face shawl,while I walked through the room.

I was forced to relive the horrors of my nightmare as my mind wont give it a rest.

I thought about the possibility of the event happening in real life and the odds were not in my favor.
'He's a grown man,just like any other human being,he's driven by desire'
'What if he had no one to warm his bed? I mean,he lives alone.'

All sorts of thoughts ran through my head,when my preoccupied mind slowly quieted down,I heard a voice coming from the sitting room.

I moved closer,it was a lady's voice laughing hysterically.
I opened the door and walked through the small corridor and into the sitting room.

Jake was back,and together with him was a lady,she looked to be in her late twenties or early Thirties.
She had pronounced beauty.

Her eyes were brown and were sparkling,with a pointed small nose that fit her round beautiful face. Her lips were dark and apple-shaped. She was beautiful in her own simple way.