LOGINI stood in front of the mirror, dressed in red lace lingerie. My boobs were wrapped around this rope covering just my nipple. My stomach was exposed. The panties were… not panties. It had a lace jacket but it barely covered anything. I stayed in the bathroom unable to move. I couldn't recognize myself. I can’t sleep with him… I need to leave. I made my way back to the bathroom. Panting, pacing around my room. Behind that door in the living room was Jake, ready to do things to me. I can’t… I can’t do it with him…. No! I need to call for help. I need to.. I paused as my eyes settled on my laptop sitting in the corner of the room. Ethan taught me something when we became friends. “What are you doing?” I asked him as I lifted my head from the books I was reading for my exams. Ethan was busy doing things on my laptop and phone at the same time. “Setting your messaging apps on your laptop,” he said, not sparing a glance as his hands continued to move on my laptop. “Huh? But I have it
My eyes slowly unfurled. Locking the ceiling of the bedroom. My head ached, it ached so much like I had hit my head against something. My hands moved slowly until my palm collided with my head. I gently stroked it. When did I fall asleep? I lifted my body off the bed, groaning as I dragged my feet on the floor. The last thing I recalled was eating with Jake before I realized… he drugged my tea. Instantly I froze. Looking down on my body, searching for any mark, any sign of force but there was none. I took a sharp deep breath, leaning against the wall. My hands were trembling. The thought of him coming on me while I was unconscious sent shivers down my spine, making me want to puke. At least he still has some decency left in him. How long was I asleep for? My eyes dart around the room, still no signs of my phone but my eyes caught sight of the curtain, the cool breeze, chilly like monsters were roaming around. The sun was down. The sky was dark. I had slept for hours. That basta
I never meant to hit her. I just… I panicked. I thought she left me. And what was she doing at her friend’s? Why did she go back there? I am sure she was planning to leave me. I don’t want to lose Lila. I love her… I love her so much. I can’t lose her. I should have held back. I should have controlled myself. Why did I have to hit her? I sat on the chair, watching Lila sleep soundly. She looked so cute. My little Angel. She is so beautiful. How could I possibly allow her to run from me? She is mine forever. Even if I had to drug her to keep her here with me. Lila is mine forever. I lifted her body into my arms, taking her to our bedroom, i laid her gently on the bed. Sat next to her, gently tucked the hair away from her face. Ah, what a view. How did God think to create such a beautiful. She looked so peaceful. The mark of my hands on her face was evident even though it was hours ago. Fuck it! I was too hard on her. “I’m sorry, my beautiful Angel.” I muffled softly, I be
I looked around and noticed it was missing. Where was it? I remembered placing it on the table. So why can’t I find it? I need to leave for class soon. James and the others would probably already be texting. Why can’t I find my phone? “What are you looking for?” His voice was like the thunder on a rainy day, scaring the shit out of me. I jumped back in fear, eyes found him standing by the door. Sweet, calm, loving, and affectionate to the core. “Lila.” His sweet calm voice snapped me out of my thoughts. His brows furrowed, bewildered, he took a step forward and I took another step backwards. Eyes widened, wanting to stay the hell away from him. My face still stings. “Are you okay? You look… worried. Tell me what you are looking for, I’ll help you find it.” He offered, taking a few more steps into the room. Before even hearing me out, he began looking around. His thick veiny hands dragged over the bed, the table. Each step he took that mistakenly branched towards me caused me t
I should not have gone with him. When his friend who drove his car opened the door for me, I shouldn’t have walked in. Because then I wouldn’t be sitting on the floor with my lips bleeding, my hands trembling, my eyes filled with tears. My throat burned, my heart kept hitting so hard against my rib, and I was so scared it would burst out. A few minutes ago, Jake waved his friend goodbye and we walked in together. As soon as I slammed the door behind me. Jake grabbed me and smacked me hard across the face until I fell to the ground. It took a few seconds for my brain to process what had happened. Jake….Hit me. He laid his hands on me. My cheeks hurt, like I have been stung by a bee.. no, like I have been struck by a flat iron. I have never been hit before so I can’t really tell but it hurts. More from the emotional pain and the realization that everyone was right than from the hurt of his hands on my face. Jake grunted. His finger ran through his hair, and he turned his back on
Hiding something from me? Jake? “The truth is … we all know Jake and he doesn’t have that good reputation. So we were just … worried about you because you deserve better.” Sandra muttered, I could see the way her fingers moved around her pen. It was a lot for her to voice those words. Her eyes showed that she was worried. But it wasn’t just hers. It was all of them. Every single one of them sitting in that room with me had that same look on their faces. Why can’t I defend him? My eyes flickered, words got caught in my throat. “Thanks.” I said, “We should … we should get back to the project.” I said, because no other words could come out. I defended Jake before my brother, before my best friend, before the man I liked, Ethan. I figured they didn’t trust me to make good and important judgments. I figured they were too blind to see that I was also a grown-up like that. That they didn’t want me to spread my wings and meet new people and fall in love with someone I choose. I figure
“Since when were you a jerk?” I sneered, glaring at him. He paused on my ice cream, eyes meeting mine, searching.He remained silent, almost like he could tell that I was disappointed in him and this had nothing to do with the kiss.Ethan was never like this. He was reserved and put together, he ne
It’s been three weeks and all I have done is stare down at my phone. Should I text her? What should I say? Was I asking to be her friend too much? Every day, I pass through the hallway of her department at school, wanting to see her, say hello, and hear her voice to make sure she is okay, but i
I never knew Ethan had that side to him, making me smile effortlessly, teasing me like that was what his mouth was meant to do. Maybe we could be friends. But then my phone vibrated against the table, yanking me out of my little fantasy. My eyes looked down at my phone dancing by my side. I picke
Friends? He wants to be friends? The drive back to the dorm was filled with nothing but Ethan’s last words and smile plastered all over my mind and head. It’s the first time in a long time he smiled at me like that. Is it weird that I don’t mind being his friend if it means I’ll get to see him s







