I had known Zack for years. He was a year ahead of me back in primary school and we had this crush for each other, although i disguised mine and acted like i never cared. It had been eight years and he came back into my life. We met via social media, talked, shared pictures and began to catch up. I was single and he had a girlfriend. I was disappointed but what could i do about that? ignore the hottie.
I myself had just come out of a storm i called a relationship. I gave him my all but it turned out I was some sort of rebound plan. I was trying to get out of the pain and drama, I was simply looking for solace. His friends comforted me, but it only deepened my scar. My friends tried all they could to help me out but it only got worse. I became a myth.
Then Zack came along....he had a girl friend but i needed a different kind of friend and he could fill in. So i thought. We decided to meet for the first time in eight years and we did. He looked great, i was too impressed. I stopped lusting and we talked well for a while.
You see, life can be a mirage sometimes. It doesn't really appear the way it seems. You don't know when to trust, love, give your all....its hard and complex all at once.
He kissed me, begging me to hiss him back. He was atop of me, locked his hands in mine hard enough to pin me down. A lot of things were going through my mind. I was on my period so i felt he couldn't do anything. I was wrong. he pulled down my panties and smiled at me. I struggled and begged him not to. I told him, if it was a joke, he should stop. He knew that I had been raped before, so why would he want to do this to me? My pleas fell on deaf ears as he tore through the remaining part of me. I cried bitterly.......not because it was happening again, but because.....Zack!?...this is how our meeting for the first time in eight years and this is what you reduced me to?
Will come in batches. This is original and a true story. 