how it all started
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All I FELT WAS A HUGE CYLINDER BEING HIT ON MY HEAD BEFORE I PASSED OUT FOR ALMOST AN HOUR,WHEN I WOKE UP UP I FELT A SHARP PAIN IN THE PART IN BETWEEN MY LEGS.I WOKE UP AND SAT MY VISION WAS BLURRY FOR THE FIRST FEW MOMENTS AS I REGISTERED MY SURROUNDINGS.I LOOKED AT MYSELF TO REALISE THAT I WAS NAKED AND MY CLOTHES WERE RIPPED AND TOO SEE MY BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE,MY BLOOD!.THAT IS WHEN REALISATION HIT ME THAT I HAD BEEN RAPPED. I LOOKED AROUND FOR SOMETHING TO WEAR SINCE I WAS COLD AND FEELING INSECURE ABOUT MYSELF,I SAW MY WORKOUT CLOTHES KEPT BESIDE ME WITH A NOTE WHOSE WORDS ARE FOREVER EMBEDED IN MY BRAIN,IT READ-"THAT WAS FUN WE SHOULD DO THAT AGAIN".
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I wake up panting and turn on my phone screen to look at the time.I looked at the time shocked it had barely been two hours since i feel asleep. I look around to make sure that i didn't wake up my roomate/bestfriend. My nightmares had reduced until this week when i had recived a note from my abductors saying they had found me.
my nightmares about these things had restarted again and i was barely getting any amount of sleep. I had planned on telling Jazz(my roomate/bestie) about this but then stopped when i realised that our finals were coming up and that she would get very distracted with all of my drama and wouldn't be able to study properly for the exams and would be really upset if she didn't get good marks and grades.so basically i decided on not telling her and keeping it inside me. Since i wasn't able to sleep i decided on heading to the gym where i can practice my boxing skills. Yes i am a street fighter "unbeatable". that's my name since i did not want anyone finding who i am since many people from my school come to watch the matches.
it's 3 in the morning and i am leaving to practice and should be back before 6 otherwise jazz will freak out about it and will most likely call the police since she knows that i was rapped and takes care of me like my mother since i have parents who don't care about me at all. when i used to go to day boarding school whenever i would be back home i would find my dad waiting for me to be home so he could take out all his anger on me . i was basically his personal punching bag. u must be wondering why? well, that is because he blames me for his wife's<aka my mother> death.
