I thought it was a dream. Or more like a nightmare.
But it wasn’t.
I woke up the next day with the vision of him hovering over me, the feeling of him inside me, and the taste of his tongue in my mouth. And on my clit.
Fucking monster.
*I’ll leave. I’ll go. I’ll pack my things and go straight to the police.
He raped me. He fucking raped me.*
The more I thought about it, the more enraged I became. I didn’t sign up for this shit. I should have punched him in the face and clawed his eyes out; I wanted to grab a knife from the kitchen and cut out his raping heart.
The door to my room pushed open. It was Joel, sweet Joely. He jumped on my bed and wrapped his pudgy arms around my neck, showering me with kisses and melting away the anger.
“Cynthia, can we go to the sprinklers today? I want to go, just you and me.”
I ruffled his dark blond curls. “Sure. We can do anything you want today. But we can’t leave Cassie behind. She’ll be sad.”