Chapter 57: HARD TO LET GO

Arianna

The memory of that day flashed through my mind like unwanted and annoying flies. Like a passing nightmare. It was blurry and not clear but the feeling of that moment and those disgusting hands on my skin will be etched into my soul forever.

The panic. Fear. Anxiety.

All those racing thoughts made me freeze, not knowing how to defend myself. Realizing that I’m too weak and can’t stand up to myself.

At least the paintings made me forget for awhile but then when you start to think about it…it comes back ten times harder as you relive those moments.

The man was arrested and sentenced for six months custody that day for sexual assault and attempted rape. Failed to go all the way and getting a better lawyer, he got out pretty quickly from prison when I first pressed charges on him but since he was too powerful with connections and dangerous for coming on to me again, we closed the case quicker.

I didn’t want a raging madman coming after me for revenge so I gave up but I didn’t really have to do anything because they did everything themselves to get him out since it was just an attempt. Not really justifying on my case and for other possible victims of his, he had pretty clean history on the side of the law but that’s just all the cover up for his dirty crimes. No way he was innocent and I was a drunken mistake on his part. That was just too unbelievable.

From that moment when he got out, he never contacted me and for that I was glad. I could put the horrible past behind me.

Now, it’s hunting me down. He never gave up on his revenge.

Yet again, I find myself in that club. In that VIP room which was in red color tones and dim lights, all the music cut off from the main dance floor where people were moving around, drinking, making out and just enjoying the night while someone in the back rooms have been almost sexually assaulted.

The man’s weight on my back. His alcoholic breath near my face, his smirking lips kissing my head, his hands wandering around my bare back and chest, those dirty fingers probing my most intimate places which no one ever could. My tied wrists. Everything is coming back to me.

I’m laying on that carpeted floor, wanting to escape but I can’t because I’m too weak, not strong enough. My breath gets heavier with each passing second, the longer I lay there, enduring his horrible touch on my body. I feel like passing out again.