I gasped as though starving for oxygen when I woke up. I pulled as many portions of the blanket as possible to cover up my nakedness as I lay on my side. For I didn’t want to even take a glimpse of the beast of a man beside me. Tears began streaming down my face, wetting my pillow. My head was throbbing with confusion and anxiety, remembering what Hogue had done to me—he forced me to have s*x with him. I used to love how we make love before, but now, I was beginning to hate even the way he sexually touched me.
I felt him stir and I pressed my lips together so he couldn’t hear my whimper. I didn’t want him to find out that I was already awake.
“I’m sorry, Charley…”
I ignored Hogue’s whisper and just shut my eyes closed, until he pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me. I acted as
