
Outside; Silent.
Everyone enjoys themselves;
enjoying the company of others
while they dance to some upbeat pop song.
Inside; He grabs at my waist.
His fist grips my throat; Hard.
His finger lingers against my lips;
his eyes scanning the exposed skin
of my body.
All I can hear; the sounds of my own screams.
The word; No. Over and over.
The only sentence I hear myself get out; Get off me.
A muted yell,
yet he doesn't listen.
He can't hear those words. All he hears;
in his own sick, twisted mind -
are words of encouragement;
the chanting of his own name,
from his best buddies,
as he tells them about this night;
the cheering of his father,
proud of his boy for taking what he wanted;
He's finally done it. He took her
womanhood;
And he's damn proud of it.
About the Creator
'Lissa Stufflestreet
I'm just a daydreaming college student who's been manifesting becoming a writer since I was five. I never stick to just one writing genre (and typically write dark content). | she/they
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