I’m sitting here shaking just thinking about what happened.

I feel trapped. I feel scared. I feel like crying. What do I do? How do I get to leave me alone? He showed up on my doorstep. I opened the door because I didn’t know it was he. I have a glass door, so it’s not as if I could’ve pretended I wasn’t home.

I was stunned when I saw him standing there, looking me up and down. After I snapped back to reality, I felt disgust, , and confusion. I felt an impending sense of doom.

I thought moving would get him out of my life, but he tracked me down. I don’t understand why he’s doing this to me, he was meant to be a one-night stand almost two years ago.

I knew what was coming. The little girl inside was shrieking. My hands are tied. I’m defenseless against him. I am that little girl again.


I wish Dave was still here, but he left a few hours ago. Jonathan invited himself in and he started looking for my bedroom. I tried to tell him I’m involved with someone, but he wasn’t even trying to hear it. He railroaded me to my bedroom. I wanted to kick him in the balls and run, but I knew it wouldn’t do any good.

He took his clothes off and then he started kissing my neck. He slowly made his way to my lips. I had to shut down. I had to pretend he was someone else. I kept telling myself it will be over soon and then he will leave.

He pulled me down onto the bed and pulled my shorts off. He already had lube ready. He penetrated me and it hurt. I clawed him, but he didn’t let up.

A few minutes later, I heard the front door open and my mom say, ‘Hey Jen, where are you at?’ I had never been so glad to hear my mom’s voice. I told Jonathan that was my mom and he had to get dressed. It worked and I was relieved. He said he would be back later and then he left.

I didn’t tell my mom what happened. I wanted to forget about it. I went and soaked in a hot bath.

On this day..