Tuesday, July 15, 2008


Chapter 1

“Hay Melissa what are you doing here?” Sarah asked surprised

“I was invited By Jackson, he told me about it 2 days ago.” I said wondering why she questioning me.

“O but how did you get out this time?” She asked me with curiosity in her eyes.

“This time I told them that I was going to the mall then just hanging out with Jackson.” I replied.

“Melissa, why are you always lying to your parents? Why don’t you just tell them where you are going and what you are doing with your friends? She asked me all worried.

“How about you just mind your business and leave mine alone” I replied angrily

Walking away from her I made my way over to the punch bowl. I got a cup of punch then I turned around and this guy bumped into me I didn’t get to see his face so I didn’t bother to say anything to him.

As I danced and partied I felt a little dizzy. I made my way to one of the bed rooms to lie-down for a little while. I was laying there with my eye closed almost passed out when I felt something moving up and down my body, it was soft and warm with every touch. I was being touched in a way that I was never touched before.

I didn’t understand what was going on all I knew was that there is this warm and soft feeling on my body. It stopped for like a minute or two and I again started to doze off. Then I start to notice this feeling again but this time it was lower than the first time I didn’t realize that it was someone caressing my body until it was too late. He was already on top of me pressing me to the bed so that I couldn’t move. I twisted and turned but I couldn’t move. Then I felt him pushing up my skirt. While I am yelling, “stop! Stop!” as loud as I can. No one could have heard me the music was extremely loud.

As he made his way inside me I was continuously yelling, “stop! Stop! Get off me! Get off me!” but he didn’t listen he kept on going until he was finished. When he got off me I couldn’t move or even say a word. All I did was cried silently to myself and laid there on the bed curled up. After a while I heard him say “you are better than I thought.” I started crying even more.

1 comment:

Gina said...

Wow, talk about in media res... This reminds me of Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson. (Maybe you've read it?) I think you could proofread some of this, just to fix some of the grammar and spelling. This was a little scary to read, but I would like to see where it is going.