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Sarah Harper survived a violent crime when she was 18 years old. |
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Prologue Seven Years Ago…. Screaming blue murder, I try shoving Peter off me, but he does not move. He has my hands tightly gripped in his greasy pair and he reeks of liquor and cigarettes. I stifle the urge to vomit as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth as he rips my prom gown down the middle with his knife. I try biting his tongue, but it only enrages him. I have never ever liked Peter. He is a bastard of the worst kind. He has greasy black hair. He has evil tattoos on his body and it’s difficult to believe that he is my best friend, Jack's, brother. Jack is the opposite. Kind, warm, friendly and the best kind of friend a girl could ask for. “Shut up, Sarah,” warns Peter as his fingers from the hem of my undies. “No…No…Please,” I shriek, suddenly realising - although I realised it a moment ago - what he is about to do to me. He has always chased me and tried to get me to go out with him, but I always refused. I didn't care for him and I certainly don’t care for him now. He's not my type. He is the worst kind of bad boy you can find. He hangs with an unruly lot. He is a high school drop-out. He drinks. He smokes weed. He does drugs and he has been in so many brawls I have lost count. “No…Peter!” I start panicking and kicking and screaming, however he clamps his greasy hand over my mind so tightly, I can't breathe. I cannot breathe and it makes me struggle even harder to get away from him, but he is just too strong for me. “I said keep still, you fucking whore…” As he said that, he pushes his thick finger into me and I scream…as he tears the skin. Hot tears fall down my cheeks as he roughly moves his finger around, causing me so much pain, I see stars floating above me. “So fucking tight, you little whore, and so fucking wet.” My body has betrayed. How can my body betray me? This is not right. It’s not what I envisioned for myself when Jack picked me up for our long-awaited Prom Night. I envisioned Jack maybe kissing me, nothing more. I did not envision being cornered by his bastard of a brother when I went to the bathroom. “Stop it…” I whimper as he roughly withdraws and presses a hard thing right there… “A fucking virgin…You are a fucking virgin,” he laughs mockingly as he roughly takes me and tears me even more. I hear the flesh tear and a burning sensation sears its way from that point to the rest of my body…I go limp. I will darkness to take me…and it does. |
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