TROUBLE

I watched Zachary as he sniffed the remainder of his cocaine, from the corner of the terribly dirty and cramped motel bathroom, with tears in my eyes. Afraid to do and say anything. He looked over at me, obviously stoned. He stood to his feet and began to walk my way. Suddenly I was standing and one of his hands was around my throat as the other was feeling up my skirt. "Tell Me You Love Me!" The grip around my neck got tighter. "I Love You" I said through tears.

This Story Will Involve Sexual Situations, Drugs, Abuse, And Self Harm. Read At Your Own Risk!