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He pulled himself out of me, as I squealed in pain.  He pulled up his pants, as I fought for consciousness.  I lost.  I thought I knew you! I can’t believe you did this to me, were my last thoughts.

By the time I woke up again he was gone and it was getting dark.  I was wanted at home.  I ran as fast as I could toward my property.  Home, I thought, I’ll be safe at home.  I knew that Micheal would be there.

I opened the door and ran into the living room.  I was pulled to the ground again! Only this time, it was by screaming little 4-year-olds instead of a mad man.

I tried to keep the tears from my eyes as they hammered into the newly found cuts and bruises.  I tried to laugh instead of cry as they touched places that they wouldn’t know was wrong to touch.

I looked around the room at the adults.  They were all laughing and smiling.  They didn’t care that I had just been raped and that I had passed out for at least 2 hours.  Only one face noticed my true feelings.  Micheal.  Micheal wasn’t smiling.  No one else saw my tears.  He pulled them off of me.  The adults stopped laughing.  Now, they saw my face.  Now, they saw the pain.

Micheal grabbed my arm to lead me away.  I yanked it from him. I ran for my room, locked the door, and hid under the covers, but I couldn’t hide from the truth.  All over I ached.  I wanted to die.  Oh dear God! What did I do to deserve this?! I screamed in my head.

“Hey, can we talk?” came Micheal’s soothing voice.

“Get the fuck away!” I almost screamed it.  I wanted to be alone.

“Come on Katelyn, open the door, tell me what happened.” The persistent jackass! I grabbed the scissors out of the side draw.  He heard it.

“Katelyn,” he said with real fear in his voice, “Don’t! Please don’t! Let’s just talk ok? Please don’t do that again!”

The edge of the scissors cut through my skin in several places.  It felt good.  Blood poured from the newly found cuts.  I couldn’t even feel the pain.  It was nothing compared to what I felt earlier.  I made each of the cuts a little deeper.

I woke up covered in blood, but there was way too much to be just mine.  I went to open the door but it was still locked.

“Katelyn…” I whipped around.  Lying on my bed was Micheal.  I noticed the cuts on his arms almost identical to mine.  “I told you not to do it again… I meant to really, really, not do it again, no matter what.”

We were silent for a while.  I wondered why he cared so much.

“Will you please tell me what it was that made you do this? I want to know who, and what did this to you.” He looked at me with pleading eyes.  I couldn’t say no to those eyes, and lying was definitely not an option.

So I recounted my story, starting with my walk home from the movies to the cutting of last night.  He looked so shocked when I finished.  I had to block tears from falling.  He motioned for me to come closer if I wanted.  I went and curled up into his chest.  I cried for almost an hour.

After a while, I knew Micheal wanted me to move.  I tried to get up, but he held me tight.  I looked up into his face looking for a reason why, but all I saw was pure longing.

I tried to pull away but he held me tight.  I opened my mouth to scream but all I got was his tongue thrusted into my mouth.

Next thing I knew was that he was wrapping a shirt around my head to use as a gag.  Then he tied my hands to the bed posts.  Once securely tied with my thighs held down, he leaned forward.