I opened my mouth to protest and to tell him that I didn’t run away yesterday but he revved the engine of his car and drove away.
I stood and watched until his car disappeared out of my sight before I started for the house, my steps heavy with each passing moment. By the time I reached the house, I noticed that I was bleeding slightly again. My mind raced as I tried to think of where a first aid box would possibly be in this big house while trying to push away the scene of him opening my legs this morning.
But amidst the chaos, one thought kept nagging at me: the way he owned me and without fear too. The way he acted as though he had complete power over me without any consideration for my own feelings. It was a feeling of being used that I couldn’t shake off.
Lost in thoughts, I didn’t
