I began to object, but he put his pointer finger on my mouth, silencing me.
“Did you think the guys you dated wouldn’t swap stories about Caitlyn
Chase, and how the dirty slut would do it anywhere?”
“I promise I never had sex with any of them. They are lying about me,” I exclaimed, pushing his hand away. “I’ve never –”
“I don’t believe you,” he said, voice void of emotion.
He unzipped his pants, exposing himself. I looked away. This is not real. You are dreaming. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and ripped the foil off with his teeth. With a steely expression, he covered himself.
I stared in shock at the person in front of me. I was frozen in fear. My inner
voice screamed, Run! Get out and run! I took a deep breath before I lunged at
the door, struggling to open it.
He grabbed my foot and dragged me back to him. Pushing me face down
onto the leather, he shoved my dress up to my neck and pinned me down with a
strength I did not expect. He ran his fingers over me.
I began to scream for help.
He grabbed my hair and pushed my face deeper into the seat. I struggled, but
I couldn’t fight him off. Soon, I couldn’t get any air. My lungs burned. I didn’t choose to stop fighting, but I had no more strength.
“I’ll let go of you if you settle down.” His hand gently stroked my hair. As
my cries calmed, he softly whispered, “Now, be a good girl. I won’t talk like the others did.”
He lifted off me and gently sat me up. He wrapped his arms around me and
stared into my face.
I blinked the tears away. He wasn’t going to hurt me. I would make him understand. Staring into Christopher’s blue lifeless eyes, I knew I was wrong.
The next words I heard would haunt me for the rest of my life. “I hope you
were worth the wait.”
Christopher closed his eyes and began to kiss my neck and breasts. It was not
romantic or tender. I turned out of his arms and tried to escape again. This time when he pushed me facedown into the leather, my mind went into protection mode. I tried to block out what was happening.
I stared at the blue lights and the crystal glasses on the bar as if they would
save me. I was not there. This was a horrible nightmare.
Christopher dug his fingers into my flesh as he gripped and lifted my hips. I
couldn’t pretend I wasn’t being attacked when my entire body filled with a sudden burning sensation, as he jabbed himself inside me. The more I cried out,
the harder his movements became.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me back to him. “Shh, it will feel better if you just relax,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re so beautiful. God, you feel amazing. Just like they said, you’re tight like a virgin.”
He is doing this because a bunch of boys lied about me?
I closed my eyes and prayed for him to stop. Every violent movement
seemed as if it was cutting my soul. Finally, it ended with him convulsing and collapsing on me. He lay on me breathing heavily.
“Why did you have to be such a whore, Caitlyn? We could have had
something special,” he whispered.
When I thought I could no longer hold in my terror, he composed himself and lifted off me. I remained still, afraid to move.
“Get up and cover yourself,” he growled.
I didn’t move fast enough, so he yanked me into a sitting position and pulled
down my dress to cover me. I tugged on it, trying to fix it myself. I willed the
fabric to grow like a cocoon and protect me.
