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The World as I Know It- Chapter 9
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By history class, my other class with James, I was planning on spending it in the bathroom again in the handicap stall. Halfway through my time there, I heard footsteps entering. The person stopped in front of the stall where I was hiding. I could see their shoes underneath the stall door. They were boy’s shoes. Shoes I had stared at for a whole class period as I daydreamed about the wearer.
Then I heard him go into the stall next to me and snake under the separating walls. There was James, the boy I once had a huge crush on and now was my version of Hitler. He killed the only part of me that mattered. The memories of his torture chamber tattooed on the deepest core of me.
I went so far against the opposite wall that it was as if I was tried to dissolve into it. He moved closer. He had me cornered. I cried for him to leave me alone until I could say it no more; beat against his chest until there was no strength left in me. All I could was surrender to him again.
His lips rough against my neck. His hands wasting no time pulling my pants to my ankles. His belt unbuckled; zipper undone. He lifted me up with his strong arms and wrapped my legs around his back. Between any two other people, it would have been a sensual encounter. But he was violent, hurting me. Tearing me apart from the inside out.
Each thrust evoked memories of the last time. That night when I was so filled with hope and anxiety because I was on my first date, with a boy that was too amazing to even consider dating me. But here, he was, with me. The tides were turning. Then he shattered all my hopes when he filled me with something else I did not want: fear and hatred.
