That night was one of the nights I could never forget.
It was the beginning of me losing the part of me that I hated loving and looking at in the mirror. I had this brave face, but underneath that bright smile and confident aura was something much darker; I tried to keep the light even a little longer so I wouldn't be alone in the darkness.
Whether if it was a coincidence or not, the person I met that night saved me, and I, Jasmine, will forever be grateful and love them to the end of time.
***
Secluding myself from the group of people at the party, I made myself to the top of the stairs.
It was quiet; it did not seem like a place where I would be bothered by the people downstairs. Even though there was this feeling of being watched in the secluded area on the second floor, I wanted to be free from the chains people held me onto, so I ignored it. As I reached the end of the aisle, my body started to tense. At first, I was not going to give the person watching me a time of day, but being managed made me feel very uncomfortable.
Before I turned my body to address the creeper, the stalker that watched me in the shadows, a shiver ran down my spine as I felt someone breathing on my neck; fingers started to trace every part of my body, tracing them from my thigh to my hips. Every spot made the last touch even more desirable.
This is called sexual assault; I should stop this from getting way too far.
That is what I told myself, but his hands were making me all hot and bothered.
"Are you going to let me continue?" the guy whispered into my ear.
W A I T.....
What type of situation is this; what does he mean? Am I going to allow him to continue? " What sort of girl do you think I am to allow you to continue?" I responded with another question. There was a long pause of silence before he responded...."A girl that let me get this far; mind as well let me continue."
Although he said that his hands were very much contradicting his words. " I am going to do more than touch you if you turn around," he signified.
" Why shouldn't I ?" I questioned.
"Then please do not blame me for being persistent," he divulges as his hands were reaching back towards my waist. "Fine, you win...hurry and go before I change my mind," I uttered while moving away from his grasping hands.
'That damn stalker,'
When I turned around, the aisle was once empty.
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Replaying scenes from the party, I should probably apologize to that guy that helped me back there, from that jerk. Even though it wasn't necessary, I should still be thankful for him acknowledging my situation. Yes, I was a bitch, but I am not one of those girls that are a damsel in distress and need a dude to help me out of a situation that I caused.
In my household, I learned the hard way that it's better to save yourself because the longer you wait for someone to at least protect you, the more pain you are going to be in: that's just the reality.
The thought of me going back to that hell house is giving my body very much a cringe...
"Hello, back to earth, " Kiara yelled, making me snap out of my thoughts. Since we left the party, she acted like I was ruining the vibe between her and her new toy. But in reality, no one should not be blamed if she was the one that forced me out of my bed to go to a party full of people. That's not like me, definitely since I could be sleeping and living my best life in my bed.
We haven't talked since we got in the car, but I know better than anyone. Tomorrow will be another day, and she will be the first and only person blowing up my phone early in the morning.
" Thanks, Keke, see you at school tomorrow," I uttered out loud; I wasn't planning on waiting on a response because that is not the type of person I tend to be waiting for someone's approval is just a waste of time. Kiara not talking was the least of my problem because my arriving at the house that is my hell was standing right in front of me. Walking towards the house-my body started to tremble in fear consciously because I knew what was awaiting me.
She always knew...
I knew the routine; no, I got accustomed to the verbal and physical abuse. So instead of walking through the front door, I climbed up to my room window, swaying side to side to each step I took on the ladder: I couldn't even catch my balance most of the time. I knew that was risky, but I also knew my chances of getting caught in my room, not allowing that person to take advantage and ease my suffering.
When I got to my window, the window was already open and by that window was my stepmother waiting for me to get through the window so she could do what she did best.
It is like she is always a step ahead of me....and I know who told her where I was going; you can't trust anyone these days.
'I can't stand this family: the thought of them makes me feel disgusted,'
Just like any other day, once I decide to explain myself, my stepmother beats me nearly to death and walks off like nothing even happened. Like what's wrong with her 'she is just so SICK,'
Even though today was not good or bad, that daughter of hers and herself always finds a way to make my life more miserable.
~I hate my life!!~
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