His other hand wraps through my hair, though it feels like he’s trying to scalp me. And his lips meet mine like they never have. His teeth wrap around my lip. “Stop it.” I draw back so slightly. “You’re drunk.” It always works in the movies. “And horny,” And his lips are on mine again. He walks me backwards. Another puddle splashes up my leg. And the wind is knocked straight out of me again when I hit a brick wall. Though it very well could be a dumpster. It certainly smells like there is one around here. Maybe it’s just his breath. “Stop it!” I tug and tug at my own wrist. He’s trying to scalp me again. But this time his breath is on my neck. His teeth are tugging at my collar. Great. He’s going to rip my blouse open. I’m going to be defiled in an alleyway and I won’t even have a shirt to put back on. This is humiliation. “You’re hurting me,” I don’t feel quite as scared or angry as I thought I would in this situation—not that I’ve consider

December 23rd, 2012 Evening I wonder if he can feel me shake as I guide his hand between my legs. And it’s awfully hard not to buck up to greet him as I feel his fingertips brush where I’ve only ever touched myself. But he’s moving like he’s gone through the motions with me a million times before. “Here?” I can feel him burrow between my folds. He’s found my clit even faster than I could. God, how I envy Chloe. I suppose I don’t have to, now. At least, not tonight. And I nod because my words have failed me. “Relax now,” He murmurs into my ear, brushing the hair from my neck. I stare shamelessly at his middle finger as it flicks over my peak. My whole body is on fire. I’m going to be dead by midnight. I swear it, when I speak, I’ve been possessed by some demonic seductress. “Keep talking in my ear.” His hand slips around the front of my neck. I’m powerless but to cover it with my own. “You’re perfect.” His voice

December 25th, 2012 Evening   “Merry Christmas,” He must know I’m only pretending to be asleep. I peel back my eyes. I’ve been dreading the day Chloe returns, knowing well it’s the say I must return to my now untouched bedroom. It didn’t take long to grow accustomed to Damon’s mattress. Large, plush, a duvet I’d bet has real down feather… No. A good vegetarian can’t have thoughts like that. He’s holding a long velvet box circled with ribbon which I’m very much liking the look of, I must admit. A box that calibre can only contain jewellery. And he’s got to know how much I love my jewellery. “Merry Christmas to you,” I take it carefully, tugging at the bow. I’m liking the fact there’s no fuss of wrapping paper about it. I was right, jewellery. I smile up at him. Though I do make the conscious effort to subdue my grin a bit. It’s a bit awkward exchanging gifts after ou

December 26th Morning Sasha “Sealed the deal with Bert yet?” Tami is swinging on her chair again, clicking away on her computer. The hospital is abuzz. About as many people grievously ill or irreversibly injured as you would ever expect. And business is booming for it. Though, business is a rather insensitive way of putting it, I suppose. The hallways have a lot of foot traffic is probably the nicer way to put it. “Not exactly,” I knew that question would pop up with her sooner or later. She loves to sneak it in there how she isn’t much of a fan of him. Mainly because she reckons they slept together at a party not too long ago and he’s awful in the sack. But half the town looks like him. He’s not exactly a rare find.  “Oh?” She spins to face me, feet flat on the floor. I don’t particularly want to meet her eye.  “We’re done, Tami, you don’t have to worry about him,” That will satisfy h

April 7th, 2003Evening  I do hope James left. He had trouble get in through the window. But it’s a bit easier getting out, I think. I have tried, but I’m a bit shorter. It didn’t go well for me. Damon would be angry if he found out James sneaks into the house. That’s what James says. Maybe I should ask Damon if it’s okay. Mummy always let me have friends. She was always sleepy, though.  All the other kids in my grade get to do whatever they want. I heard Tami talking about how she got smokes from her mum’s purse—Damon would have a fit if I ever did that. I don’t think he smokes, though. He’s studying to be a doctor. I think that’s why all the other mums like him. I heard them say something about his money.  Maybe if I smoke Tami will be my friend. Everyone seems to like her. She’s pretty, and she’s already got boobs. The biggest in the year. I bet I couldn’t even fit them in my hands. But I’m pretty sure I’ve seen