FOREVER MINE

HER PAST

An acquaintance of Alex approached them, and they greeted each other respectfully, he stole Alex away. Alex excused himself and went to the side to discuss with the man, all of a sudden, her eyes fell upon a figure that sent a shiver down her spine.

Linda saw a man she had known before, she wasn’t sure, until she had a clear view. He is the one! Oh my goodness! She remembered the face, how could she forget, this man left a scar in her heart and body that can never be healed.

There he stood, across the room, his profile illuminated by a spotlight ```that seemed to cast a cruel glow on his features. It was him—the one who had twisted her trust, shattered her sense of security, and left scars that went deeper than any physical wound ever could. The memories flooded back, unbidden yet relentless, threatening to drown her in a sea of emotions she had fought so hard to contain.

Even though he looks older and different now, he’s the same person…

She hesitated, her breath catching in her throat as her gaze locked with his. His expression was impassive, a mask of nonchalance that belied the havoc he had wreaked upon her life. Did he recognize her amidst the throng of people around? Did he remember the pain he had inflicted, the innocence he had stolen? She started to feel a panic attack raging from her stomach. Her fingers clenched around the glass of wine in her hand. A surge of conflicting emotions pulsed through her—fear, anger, sorrow, and a haunting vulnerability that made her feel like a helpless baby.

It is Michael, her uncle’s friend. He had come to her house to ask for her uncle and she had told him he was not around. Michael had always had eyes on her, being that she had always been endowed right from her young age, but she, on the other hand, didn’t know of Michael’s feelings towards her, hence she let her guard down whenever she was around him. She was so naive then, and he had taken advantage of her. She could remember vividly how she pleaded with him not to do it. He tore her clothes while she tried kicking him off, but his muscles weighed her down, he was just too strong for her to handle.

The only thing she could do at the moment was to cry for help. She screamed on top of her lungs but no one could hear her. As there was no one in the house at the time.

He had said he would wait for Charles, her uncle, and that he had just texted him, and he said he would be home shortly.

Of course, it only took a minute before she realized his evil intentions.

Michael had lied, he didn’t text or call Charles to ask about his whereabouts. He had thought in his mind this was an opportunity for him to have a taste of this girl. Charles, her paternal uncle, was living with them at the time.

He started making some silly moves towards her, but she didn’t think of it as anything. He suddenly grabbed her and pinned her with his strong wrist on the couch. She was surprised at his actions. With a confused look, she asked him “what are you trying to do? Are you out of your mind?”

He had simply replied “yes, I’m out of my mind, I want to have a taste of you right here and now.”

He grabbed one of her legs, throwing it widely to reveal her openings.

At the sight of it, he gave a wicked smirk while she struggled with him. His grip was too strong, he started devouring her with his lips, everything was happening so fast. After he had satisfied himself with his lips. He inserted two fingers in her, which made her scream in pain. She spat on his face and tried to nod him with her forehead, but it didn’t stop anything. He just wiped his face with the back of his hand and resumed what he was doing.

He removed his pants and positioned himself to enter her. Linda screamed in pain, cursing under her breath. He entered her in the worst way you can imagine. This man ripped her of dignity and pride.

Her cries filled the room, yet, no one came to her rescue. She lost her virginity to him that day.

She had locked herself in her room after the incident and cried terribly “how can he come to my house and r**e me”… when her uncle came back he noticed she had been crying.

“Linda, what happened?”

“I... I... uhm” she stammered, her eyes puffy and red. Tears welled up in her eyes, remembering the horrible moment she just had. The pain was unimaginable. She was badly hurt in her private part. She wondered if her uncle would believe her if she told him what his friend did. She decided to keep it to herself as she was humiliated and afraid of the aftermath, the stigma and, besides, what would people say if words got out.

She turned away abruptly, her heart pounded in her chest, the echoes of past betrayals reverberating through her mind. She couldn't confront him here, not amidst the serene beauty of the party that offered no solace, only a stark reminder of how fragile her peace truly was.

With trembling steps, she made her way towards the exit. She needed fresh air, navigating the maze of displays with an urgency born of desperation. Once outside, the cool evening air brushed against her flushed cheeks, grounding her in the present moment. She leaned against the wall, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

She allowed herself to feel the weight of her emotions—the rawness of old wounds torn open anew, the ache of betrayal that lingered like a bitter aftertaste. But amidst the pain, there was also a flicker of strength, a quiet resolve to reclaim her sense of self from the shadows of the past.

She squared her shoulders, wiping away the tear that had escaped unnoticed. Today, she had seen him—the one who had hurt her so deeply. But she had also seen herself, standing resilient in the face of her own vulnerability, ready to forge ahead despite the scars that marked her journey.

As she stepped out of the party, her emotions still raw and her heart heavy with the encounter, she spotted Alex gesturing at her to come over, as he was still enjoying the party. She adjusted herself and went to him. His brow furrowed with concern as he took in her expression, a mix of distress and vulnerability that she couldn't quite mask.

He closed the distance between them in quick strides, his concern deepening into a palpable worry as he gently touched her arm. "Hey, what's wrong?" His voice was soft, laced with worry and a hint of urgency.

She turned to face him, her eyes filled with unshed tears, unable to find the words to explain the turmoil churning within her. Instead, she leaned into his comforting embrace, seeking solace in the familiarity of his warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

She just met Alex. How can she bother him with her past?

He held her close, wordlessly offering his support as she struggled to compose herself. His hand rubbed soothing circles on her back, a silent reassurance that he was there, that she wasn't alone at this moment of her vulnerability.

After a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, she finally found her voice, haltingly recounting the brief yet agonizing encounter inside the party. She didn't need to explain much; “It’s nothing really, I saw someone that hurt me in the past” He r***d me, she said bowing her head in shame.

He understood the gravity of what she said, he detests a r****t with every fiber in him, his own judgment on any r****s is to lock them up forever, they should not be allowed to live with humans since they act like animals, it doesn’t matter who their victim is, whether young or old. The pain had dredged up from deep within her.

His jaw tightened imperceptibly, a flicker of anger crossing his features as he processed the implications of her distress. But he knew this wasn't the time for retaliation or confrontation. Instead, he focused on being her anchor, a steady presence amidst the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

"I'm here," he murmured against her hair, his voice a gentle reassurance. "Let's get you home, okay?"

She nodded against his chest, grateful beyond words for his unwavering support.

Together, they walked away from the party.