Post by Noelle Cullen on Jan 28, 2010 18:26:18 GMT -5
Noelle was upstairs in the master bedroom watching the news. It was around 10 am and the kids were still out like a light. She took a sip of her water on the night stand but it tasted somewhat funny… Anthony had left for work half an hour ago and she was towel drying her hair as she turned up the news. Rapist, Chance Stevens is getting out of jail today. Her heart almost stopped, he’d gotten out around 7 am. She got away, never again, he said to the camera knowing that she’d hear it. Just as she was about to call Anthony the bedroom door locked and she spun to see Chance standing there. Long time no see. Got all dressed up for me, or should I say down? Her head started to get fuzzy and then her legs gave out sending her onto the bed. Chance stood above her, Pills kicking in yet baby? He smirked and pulled her towel off; laying there in front of him gave her goose bumps. She tried to yell or scream but nothing came out, she felt paralyzed.
Chance seemed satisfied with how she’d kept in shape the past few years. Still beautiful, he said running his finger down her neck and chest. He slid her back onto the bed, Just be good this time. He pulled off his shirt and she could see that he’d obviously kept lifting weights and working out all these years. He was so toned she’d never be able to fight him off even if she could move. The only thing she could do was blink and breathe, not much help considering she’d rather die than be raped again. Anthony had promised this wouldn’t happen yet here he was unzipping his jeans. He climbed up over her, Would you like to actually participate this time? She closed her eyes, no matter what he did she’d never agree to cheat on Anthony. Always make me the bad guy, he said as she felt him put her arms around his neck. His hands slid down her thigh and then he shoved her legs apart causing her to squeeze her eyes tighter closed willing herself to forget. He seemed to be hesitating and that’s when she realized she was already crying, Don’t make this any harder Noelle. With that his hips smashed against hers and tears poured down her cheeks. His hands raked up and down her back and she could feel a ring on his finger, So much better than my wife, he whispered against her neck.
