Rafael
She sat up from the bed and put on the light in the dimly lit room.
I sat on the same side of the bed, ready to listen to her.
I didn’t think I wanted to listen to her, but I had to.
I was scared of what the truth might cause. She was already breaking down all my walls, and in an attempt to help her and save her from herself, I didn’t know what or why I was thinking about her.
“The Don wanted to have me,” she started, “not in the best of ways, and not like a husband should properly have his wife.” Her head was downcast as she spoke.
I looked intently at her, trying to decipher what she meant.
“He wanted to make me pleasure him and didn’t care whether I wanted it or not. And he would hit me multiple times when I didn’t.”
My eyes widened at her insinuation.
“He tried to do it
