I have no idea for how long I was unconscious, but I guess it was just long enough for Bobby to do the evil he wanted to do. My vision was still blurred, but as I struggled to get a clearer picture of my surrounding, my vision slowly got clearer and better. I felt sticky wetness in between my thighs, followed by a sharp pain that came right from inside my abdomen. I also felt stinging hotness around my vagina region, and that was when the reality dawned on me- Bobby had just raped!
I looked around me again. I could see I was inside a fairly large nicely furnished bedroom and I was lying on the bed. I was half-naked. I looked down my thighs and found there were semen stains all over that part of my body. It was at this point that tears started streaming down my face. I’d allowed my body to be defiled by a man I barely knew. I had allowed utter foolishness and recklessness to get me into a bad situation. And just as I was wondering where Bobby was, the door opened behind me and in came Bobby. He was no longer dressed the way he was before he drugged me, now he had on a tee-shirt and a short Jean. I sprang up from the bed and pounced on him.
“What have you done to me, Bobby? You raped me! You drugged me and raped me!” I yelled, crying as I began to hit out at him with all the strength I could gather.
“I’m sorry, darling, I just couldn’t resist you, Rosie, I just had to have you’” Bobby said shamelessly. But I caught a smirk on his face that showed clearly he was not the least sorry for what he did to me.
“Sorry? Did you just say sorry?” I screamed at the top of my voice. “You deliberately invited me here, drugged me and raped me and now you say you’re sorry? Oh, my God, how could I have been stupid not to know you’re an animal!”
Bobby kept quiet, looking at me speechlessly for a few minutes before advancing towards me, stretching out his hands. “Don’t touch me! Don’t lay those filthy hands of yours on me,” I snapped at him, wiping tears from my eyes. “What if I get home now and they find out what has happened to me here!”
“But they don’t have to know, Rosie, except you want to tell them,” Bobby said, trying to lift my spirits. But I was barely listening to him. The only thing on my mind was how I’d get home, sleep and wake up only to find out that this was nothing but a terrible nightmare….How I wish somebody would wake me up….
But of course, I knew I wasn’t dreaming. I knew this was no nightmare, this was for real. The question now is, how am I going to keep this away from my parents, especially mother? Bobby’s last words re-echoed in my head again: ”But they don’t have to know, Rosie, unless you want to tell them.” But how am I supposed to keep this to myself when my entire body was still on fire. I could barely stand still on my feet. Bobby had vandalized me so hard I could hardly walk. He was much older than me. He was not like my young school boyfriend who deflowered me. He devoured me with a much bigger sugar stick, leaving me feeling so badly battered and ripped apart.
“Oh, my God! My tummy! I’m dead!” I screamed aloud, the gravity of the mess I was in gradually dawning on me all over again. “My father will kill me, he will skin me alive and feed me to the dogs if he finds out about this. I had promised myself that no man will see my nakedness again until I am mature and ready for it.”
Bobby drew a little closer to me, unsure what my reaction would be if he tried to touch me. “Listen, sweetheart, I know I hurt you, but you must forgive me. I just couldn’t help myself,” he pleaded and this time, I felt he meant every word.
“But look at me, Bobby, look at semen stains all over my body, look at what you’ve done. I feel terrible.” I continued to cry, looking at my rumpled and stained clothes, battered body.
“Please, come and wash yourself in the bathroom, let me clean you up,” he offered.
“No, don’t clean me up, I will do that myself!” I snapped at him. The last thing I wanted now was having his hands running all over my body again.
‘“Its okay, whatever you say,” Bobby said resignedly. He could see from the look on my face that I detested his touch with every vein in my body. And slowly, I gathered myself together and crawled to the bathroom. I felt a deep and endless sharp pain at the bottom of my belly. I inserted two fingers inside my vagina, it felt different, it felt ravaged. It felt as though Bobby had evacuated everything that was precious inside of me. At that point, I felt I was worthless. I felt used. I felt like a useless piece of shit. I felt like an ordinary slut who should bury her face in shame where other decent girls with dignity are gathered. And, again, for the umpteenth time, the tears began to course down my face again.
Minutes after, I stepped out of the bathroom. Bobby was still waiting for me by the door.
“ I don’t want to spend another minute in this place, I want to take my leave,” I said quietly.
He rose to his feet. “But not like this, Rosie, you look awful. Everyone will know something happened to you. Why don’t you rest for a few more minutes?” he suggested.
“So that you can rape me again a second time? No, thanks,” I returned, staring angrily at him. I didn’t wait for his approval, I tried to steady myself and headed for the door… It is time to go home. It is time to take that long walk of shame back to my father’s house.
