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I wanted to cry for help but then we were on a road that seemed too silent and besides, I didn't want people thinking that my fiance was about to sexually harass me. It sounded illogical.
"Job, please." I sobbed, pleading g for mercy but he only acted as if my speech was non existent as he slipped his hands into my panties and harshly rubbed one of his fingers on my c******s. It wasn't pleasurable at all, the friction was causing me intended pain, bringing back harsh memories with Drake.
Knowing that there was only one thing left to do, I grabbed the metal water bottle inside the car and harshly hit it on his head. The pain caused him to repel quickly and I took that as my chance.
I unlocked the car doors and as quick as lightning bolt, I dashed out, not even bothering to do my zipper.
I trembled in fear at the thought of the fact that Job, whom I was getting married to, had done something that creepy to me. I didn't know where to go or where I was running to but I just knew that I needed to run away as fast as possible.
Like always, the rain started to fall in unexpected drizzles and I found it hard to remain calm. I felt like he was still coming back for me. It seemed the rain was the bad luck bringer after all but then again, could this even be considered as bad luck?
It's not exactly wrong, he's your husband to be and if you had let him access, I'm sure none of this would have happened.
The voice in my head said to me and just as I was about to agree with it, another voice said to me,
Well if he's patient enough, he'd honour your request and not leave you traumatized. He's acting like that's the only reason he's being with you and it's wrong.
I felt my head was going to explode if I wasn't careful. I couldn't walk on with my clothes looking tattered. I figured if I dialed any of my siblings or friends, they'd demand an explanation. And I wasn't ready for that.
I fell to the floor and buried my hands in my palms, what had Job done? I began to sob. I stopped after a while, I could dial Spikes. He was more or less like a stranger and if I called him, I didn't need to explain things if I didn't want to.
So shakily and thoughtfully, I brought my phone out and quickly dialed his number. Images of our kiss played in my head and I gasped in fear. What was I doing?
I was about to end the call when he answered it.
"Lana?" He called. He seemed to be just as surprised as me. Maybe he was expecting me to yell his head off for today.
I decided I might as well speak since he already answered and I didn't have any other choice. "Spikes? I need your help." I called into the phone in a low voice. I was hiding so well from everyone else and most especially Job. His attitude still amused me, all because I had voiced out something I'd thought.
I had said it just so if he confirmed, I'd say it's fine coz I kind of did the same?
"You need my help? With what?" He sounded surprise. Now it really was almost as if he'd been expecting me to scream his head off. I figured I would do that later because he totally deserved to have his head yelled off.
"It's a long story, please just come to-" I trailed off, realizing that I actually didn't know where I was. "I don't even know where this is, I'll check." I said. I started to sob. I didn't like how things were taking toll.
"Are you crying? Lana, what's wrong? Talk to me, I promise I'll come over and fix it if I can." He sounded genuinely worried and I was glad that the rain hadn't increased with its downpour.
"Just come here so you can take me home. Please." I pleaded with him over the phone instead.
"But where exactly is there?" He asked me and I decided to look up. In front of me was a big banner, we weren't even that far from Job's. That was great information but at the same time, it was equally scary.
"Marlet road, I'm right in front of that cups and kettles shop." I informed him and he confirmed he'd be there as soon as he could be. It seemed he was familiar with the road because he didn't even question me for directions.
"I hope you're under some sort of shelter, and not in the rain because you have a lot of explaining to do." He said and I sighed, knowing within me that he wasn't getting any explanation at all.
"I'll be there." He told me as he ended the call while I sat there, shivering in the rain. I was so scared of staying alone and under the rain for that matter. My health was important and I was paying less attention to it recently.
Job, why?
*
"Lana? Is that you?" Spikes' voice brought me out of my thoughts and I lifted my head to meet his gaze. By now, even though the drizzles were gentle, I was soaked and shivering.
"Sp-Spikes." I called through shattering teeth. It seemed like it'd been forever since I called him, I had almost given up on his presence. I'm sure it only seemed longer because I was anxious about the whole thing that was going on.
Where had Job gone? Was he worried? Was he sorry for what he had done? Was he looking for a way to locate me and apologize for his unspeakable acts? My mind was divided and I really needed answers.
"What on earth happened to you?" He raised his eyebrows and hurried to help me get to my feet. I sniffed and knew that I was going to catch a very terrible cold.
"Please just drive me home, please." I pleaded. I didn't have time for words or anything. I just wanted to go home and get things over with already.
I guess he mentally decided that it would be stupid to sit here in the rain and argue with me because he nodded and helped me to the passenger seat.
"Okay, where is home?" He asked me as he started his car. He was looking at me warily as if something had happened to me. Something had anyway so it did not matter.
"Not so far." I said, and gave him the full details of my address. Trusting him to take me home, I leaned my head against the window and next I knew, we hit the road.
*
"We are here Lana." Spikes voice brought me out of a slight slumber I must have fallen in while thinking about Job's action and how incorrect they had been. It was terrifying.
"Hmm?" I mumbled and looked up at my house. I was glad my siblings weren't home or else there'd be trouble with Job. I really didn't want to explain to anybody what had happened not just because I couldn't but because I didn't know how to.
"Thank you so much. You didn't even think twice nor consider the fact that I'm more or less a complete stranger to you." I sighed, getting out of my seatbelt and he did the same. The rain was increased by now. I was truly shocked by my actions.
"Lana, I would very much appreciate it If you stopped referring to me as a stranger. For crying out loud, we already agreed to be friends. Come on." He rolled his eyes and turned off the heater.
He opened the door to the car so he could let me out and when he did, the rain hit me like I had offended it. I begun shivering and instantly, I hurried out of there.
He quickly shielded me by putting his coat over my head, ignoring the way it came down on him. We got to my door and I struggled with getting my key out of my pocket.
At last, I shoved it in and unlocked the door. Spikes followed gently behind me. Inside the house was warm but I felt sick. Spikes must have thought it was from the cold but Job's actions were traumatizing.
"Where are your warm clothes?" He questioned and I didn't even find the strength to speak so I just raised my hand towards the direction of the stairs.
He nodded and led me up the stairs. When we got to my bedroom, he let me sit on my desk and then he paid close attention to me.
"Listen Spikes, thank you so much for everything I'm grateful. You can leave now." I sighed.
"Leave? What?! I should get you a nurse, you're definitely coming down with a cold and you expect me to leave?" He raised his brows and blessed me with a disapproval frown.
"No way. You sit here and change while I go make you some hot coffee, don't argue, you can't win against me." He shook his head.
I managed to smile and nodded in agreement. I didn't need solitude right now because being left alone would only torment me with memories of earlier on.
"Okay so how do I get coffee?" He asked and I almost laughed. I gave him full directions to the kitchen and where to get the items from, and just to be safe, how to make the coffee too.
I waited for him to leave before standing up to lock my door, and change into warmer clothes. The heater was turned on but I was still cold. I had sneezed multiple times by now and I knew more than ever that I needed medications.
I put on a thick red sweater and a black tight leggings, and then a pair of white socks. I unlocked the door and wondered why it was taking him so long to get back.
Just as I lay on the bed and pulled the bed covers over my head , the door came open and in walked Spikes holding a tray with steaming coffee in it.
"I was wondering why you where taking so long." I said. He sat beside me on the bed. I sat up and received the coffee from him.
"Okay so tell me, how did all that happen? What happened to your clothes?" He asked me carefully. I liked how he seemed to be careful when talking to me, like he didn't want to hurt my feelings.
"It's not something I want to talk about." I spoke calmly. I was trying my best not to speak so harshly. I didn't want to offend him because he was trying his best as well, not to offend me.
"Hmm." He nodded, "I just hope you know that whatever it is that got you in that situation, you are way powerful than it okay?" He spoke softly. "No one and nothing is more powerful than you, whether strength wise or speech wise. Remember that nobody is inferior or superior to you amd that you are not inferior or superior to anyone either but that still doesn't make you equals."
It felt like he understood what was going on because his words were hitting me directly and I felt better and so I smiled. "Thank you."
"You are welcome." He gently returned the smile. After a few seconds, his smiled dropped again and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What's wrong?" I asked in concern, setting my coffee down on the tray. "Are you okay?"
"I am, it's just..." He trailed off, unable to meet my gaze.
"It's just what?" I asked him, lifting his face up with my index finger so he could stare directly into my eyes.
"About today," He began with a sigh, "I'm sorry for kissing you earlier today,it wasn't intentional I promise, I didn't know what I was thinking, it was just-" He was speaking to fast and so I did the unthinkable.
I shut him up with a deep kiss, cupping his cheeks tightly in my hands.
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