That night I heard a noise in my room. The sound of glass hitting the floor and slowly rolling away. I quickly sat up and immediately noticed James sitting at the foot of my bed. I covered my mouth so as not to scream. He didn’t move, he just stared at me...motionlessly. I didn’t know what to do. What should I have done? What I did wasn't the right choice. I reached out, gently placing my hand on his shoulder.

[Hey, are you alright? You’ve been gone awhile. You look tired...so why don’t you come to bed?] he chuckled and put his head down. I thought he was going to just yell or hit me, now I wish that was all he did to me. Instead, he grabbed my arm, pulled my hand off his shoulder, and pushed me down onto my back. He forced his knee between my legs as he held my hands above my head. He was breathing heavily and sweating. I looked into his eyes trying to analyze him. I was hoping that it was a trick or a game. I did this to myself. 

“You know? I've been gone for a while and I want a little something to take the edge off, sweetheart. You trust me, don’t you?” he smiled widely as if my pain amused him and maybe it did. Tears burned my eyes as they dared to run down my cheeks. I didn’t want this. Why did I continue to be by his side? I nodded my head in agreement.