The GlassI tell him "Sit down we need to talk."
He says "I'm busy it will have to wait."
"No it can't wait" I say voice louder than usual.
"Calm down!" he hollers.
"I am fucking calm!" I holler back.
"Don't fucking swear at me!" He yells.
"I'll fucking swear if I fucking want to!" I scream.
Then he did something I never thought he would do.
He picked up a glass and threw it at me.
I can't believe that he would do that.
The look in his eye terrified me.
I immediately started grabbing my stuff.
I got my stuff and messaged my friend.
"Nate I'm scared."
"I want to come and stay with you."
"Please come and get me."
"Nate he wants to take me home."
"I don't want to get in the car with him."
He couldn't come for me.
He didn't have the money for the passport.
I know that he would if he could.
And that's enough for now.
I know he cares.
I know he won't let me down.
I agree to get in the car and say I have to go.
I tell Nate I'll call him when I get home.
We get into the car and leave.
thoughts of a rape victimThoughts of the rape victim
At the fall of each fist more bones are broken.
More and more pain I endure.
He beats me and beats me until I give in.
Until I give in to his sexual desires.
He undresses me.
I fight him and he beats me more.
He tells me if I scream he will kill me.
He undresses himself and slips inside of me.
"Oh god it hurts please stop!"
He keeps going.
I wasn't supposed to lose it this way.
It was just a party. Why is this happening?
Is this punishment?
I shouldn't have gone to this party.
Is this my fault?
He tells me only stupid people get raped.
Maybe this is my fault.
I feel so disgusting because I am beginning to like this.
I shouldn't like this. I am a bad person.
This is my fault.
I caused this.
I should just die.
He finishes and tells me not to tell.
He tells me if I tell he will do it again.
I run home fearing for my life.
I run up to my room saying nothing to my mother.
I collapse in my bed and begin to cry.
His voice rings through my