A Body Remembers: Part 1
I may be an unreliable narrator. I have a bad memory. Just so you know. As I lay in bed covering myself with my white and light blue farm themed comforter, I can't help but wonder if you're thinking about me. I'm at least warm wrapped up. Am I feeling my broken heart? Cozy but yet feeling the pain in my chest. Better than being cold and feeling this way, I guess...
I remember when you had came over. You just left work at the hospital. I opened my door to find you drinking a beer, sitting on my front step. I unfortunately also remember telling you to stop and you acted like you didn't hear me. Going and going with your hand being shoved inside of me, over and over. Until I came. You kissed my forehead after as we cuddled. I fell asleep for a small time before you playfully woke me up.
A memory now. I'm not sure what is more painful. The memory of you forcing me to cum or the memory of you trying to get my alone at the mall a few years later. Fear over took my body both times. I stood in Hot Topic frozen. You looked like you wanted to eat me.