I was the one who got myself in that place.
He knew how I felt.
My whole body was screaming it.
He told me not to be scared.
That he wanted only the good for me.
He stopped when I started shaking more.
Told me to drink water and open my eyes, which had been shut.
I laid there shaking, keeping my eyes closed.
When the shaking almost stopped, he asked me if I was going to sleep.
And he came back on me.
This time, I put up my hands and he pinned them on the bed. For the seconds I seemed to “try”.
I screamed and he covered my mouth.
I told him to please stop but he didn’t until he “finished”. I didn’t know what that meant. I didn’t.
But he cared, right? He stopped when I was shaking violently. That shows care, doesn’t it?
