Layla
I always hated the idea of someone deciding whether my life was worth living. How do you know my life is not worth it, or why do you think somebody's life is more important than mine?
Unfortunately, that was my fate. I got in trouble with a stranger at a party and he decided that my life is not that important so he totally can ruin it
Now, I am a 21 years old girl in front of a police officer, who is more likely to think about how good I would look at my doctor uniform. I swear God that all they think of. They see a nice girl. An innocent good-looking girl, and all they can think of, is how to break that. How to make her give them innocence. She doesn't want to? This is not a problem. They could always make her . So yeah here, I stay trying to make him understand that I was wearing a fucking suit and no i was not drunk. I was just off my shift, and I wanted a coffee. The only thing that was sufficiently close was the bar. A fucking bar that haunts me ever since I entered it. It was so dark that I could barely see... everyone was dancing. I tried to get to the bar because I knew there would be my bestie ready to give me my coffee, but unfortunately, a man decided that his entertainment was more important. He came close to me. He whispered in my ear to interact with him. I refused to know that this was not an option. He just lifted me up and started to carry me back to the club. The part with room i is always hated. The part with rooms, even i, was conceived in. He just started taking my clothes like it was nothing. No one seemed to care about people just looking at us passing them seeing my tears seeing my mouth trying to scream, but they just ignored and when we got to the room. That dam room.
"Sorry we can't do anything. You did not provide enough information. You don't remember his face you don't remember anything we could use to identify him you just have to be more carefully the next time"
MORE CAREFULLY? ENOUGH INFORMATION? HE WAS BEING FO REAL?
'MY LIFE WAS DISTROID. I CAN'T FUCKING SLEEP BECAUSE ALL I SEE IS HIS HANDS ALL OVER ME. I CAN'T LET MY OWN FAMILLY TOUCH ME BECAUSE ALL I CAN FEEL IS HIS HANDS ON ME AND THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO IS TO TELL ME I SHOULD TAKE MORE CARE THE NEXT TIME?"
"Mam please calm down. I am really sorry for you, but I really cannot do anything. Maybe go to a therapist see if that will help you bring back some memories"
If I did not see his eyes glued to my body, the hole time we were speaking maybe I would think he really is looking out for me and that he really has good intentions, but after his looks i know dam well, he does not give a shit and probably he will have done the same thing if I was not with my boyfriend.
"Let's go Layla. We will go home. I will make you something to eat put on a movie have a relaxed night and maybe that will help"
I was still in shock about how the officer really didn't give a shit but Jace made me stood up from the chair and slowly lead me to the car
I will not let this like I need the man behind the bars. It's not only the thing he did to me it's the fact that he probably is doing that to another girl right now
I have to stop him, but for now I will allow Jace to relax me.
