She will always remember

She can still remember his touch, his heavy breath and his brutal hands. The party had been a success, everybody had been dancing to the music, drinking and having fun. She had been flirting with a boy all night. He was tall, dark hair and perfect green eyes.

After the party he had asked if she wanted him to follow her home, so she got safe in bed instead of sleeping in the neighbors garbage. He seemed to be a nice guy, so she had said yes. But when they had come to the doorstep, he changed. All he wanted was to get in her pants. She denied and shouted for help.

The instant she called, he smacked her head against the door, she passed out. The next she remembers is laying in bed, half naked. He was sitting upon her, breathing heavily. Her head ached as hell and she was tied in the hands. He was talking softly to her, telling that this would not hurt, this would be a pleasure for her. She was lucky, he said. Not many got a good guy like him.

Her tears streamed down her cheeks, it was not a pleasure, it was all pain. She hated herself for letting him follow her home. Hated herself for believing the best of him.
But what could she do? He was too strong, too heavy to fight. She was trapped in her own bed, in her apartment. No one could save her.

- Charlotte Johansen