My Guardian Angel (On Hold)

My Guardian Angel (On Hold)

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The memory is fresh in my brain. I remember wanting to yell for help but the words were trapped in. My hands shaking with freight. I remember how the mans rough hands felt as he had his ways with me. My vision getting blurrier with each second that passed, until the last thing that I saw was a figure of someone pulling the man away from me. And the next thing I knew I was in the hospital surrounded by my family. "You're okay now sweetie," I remember my mother saying. I wanted to believe her, but I knew that I would never be okay, okay ever again. The months went by slowly. My family did their best in trying to forget the incident, and it helped a lot. And since that day, I've been looking for the man that saved me. So far there's been no sign of him, but I'm not giving up. I need to thank him for everything.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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