Two days had passed now, and it was the night to meet Carl Brandon for our supposed dinner. I was in my room with teary eyes and gloomy countenance. I sat staring at my mirror as I was putting some finishing touches to my make up.
I wore a dark long Maria dress with my hair tied to the back. My breathing was breezy. I didn’t know how I was going to face Carl. I wondered what he was going to do to me this time around. The last time he forced himself on me but thankfully I didn’t get pregnant.
I smacked my lips slowly and then I remembered how Carl’s lips were on mine on the night of the assault. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply to thrust down the whole negativity.
“You can do this Alina, you can do this” I muttered to myself and shut my eyes. I repeated it a couple of times after whic
