Prologue
202 Words
Drip, drip, drip…
Dark, cold, sodden…
The passage of time counting down…
Drip, drip, drip…
My shirt is yanked off…
Hands smoothing over my stomach…
Drip, drip, drip…
Alcohol, tobacco, sweat…
“Josh, leave us…”
Drip, drip, drip…
My body’s frozen…
Unheard cries escape…
Drip, drip, drip…
Legs shoved apart by strong thighs…
Skirt yanked up…
Drip, drip, drip…
“You know you like it b***h…”
I gasped awake, sitting straight up in my bed, gray eyes wide open with fright, soundless screams erupting from me. I was covered in cold sweat, my clothes and sheets so drenched they could be wrung out and my long auburn hair was plastered to my face and neck, hanging in wavy, snarled patches down my wet back. It took at least five minutes to calm myself. “Not again,” I mumbled to myself as I rolled over to see what time it was. Four AM, great. “Might as well get up.” I still had to pack what little I had left out and move everything to the car. After fifteen years, you’d think I’d be getting over it, or at least, stop dreaming about it... Hopefully it’s not an omen.
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