The End of Childhood
Nov 09 '02
The Bottom Line my first saga...
I could feel his quick, heavy breathing on the back of my bare neck and for a few moments that was the only audible sound in the room. His large, clammy hands were clasped on to my arms tightly, I could not break free from his grasp if I tried with all my might. Eric frightened me, and when I turned to look him in the eye, I could not hide it.
"Your scared. I don't see why in the hell, but your scared. What the hell's wrong with you?! I'm not gonna hurt you, it'll be fine. It'll be over before you know it, and then you'll want it even more!"
His attempted reassurances never worked, and I hated when he talked to me like that. All I could do was stare at him and he continued to stare right back. His wide hazel eyes had small red flecks in them, and they reminded me of one of those evil villians you find in Batman cartoons. He seemed so urgent and vulnerable, yet still so cold and distant.
"Why do we have to do this? Now? Come on, Eric, Don't pull this sh*t!"
As much as I pleaded with him and begged, I could not alter his thoughts and so-called "needs". He shook his head ever so slightly and answered,
"Your so beautiful," he proceeded to peck me softly on my neck, "and if you love me the way you should, you will go through with this."
His cold kisses made me twinge and sent swift chills down my back, it was unbearable. I closed my eyes trying to swallow the enormous lump in my throat but it simply refused to budge. I was unable to speak. Soundlessly, I allowed warm tears to flow down my cheeks and to drip onto the black, cotton comforter before us. Forcing me to lay back on the bed, the tears fell faster and steadier until a small, damp patch formed around my head beneath me. Eric never seemed to notice my tears or notice the immense trembling on my part, he continued with the tedious unbuttoning of my shirt and the removal of his own clothing.
That painful night seemed as though it lasted years, and afterwords, I could not help but feel dirty. Try as might, I could not sleep, so instead I cried until I no longer had tears left to shed. Eric seemed pleased and rather content with himself, and by the time I dared peer over at him, he was fast a sleep, mumbling to someone I could not see, for he was dreaming.
Slipping silently out of bed, I stood up and......
To Be Continued.....
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Member: Raeanne Bartlett
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