stopped shaking, her cries lessened, and we both fell asleep.
The next morning, Tiffany smiled at me when I woke up. “Thank you,” she said, and then got out of bed.
“I’m here whenever you need me. I understand what you’ve been going through, although my rape wasn’t as traumatic as yours.” I responded and managed a tight smile.
Tiffany’s smile faltered, and she sat down next to me. “Every rape is traumatic no matter what the circumstances; there is no rape that is worse than the other. It is all just as monstrous, but I’m sure together we can fight our demons and slowly find some sort of normal.” She said and gave me a hug. I didn’t know how to respond other than agreeing with her.
She stood back up and left the room. I shortly followed her after I took a look around. All the tiny figurines were all horror movie miniatures. I knew she liked horror, but I didn’t know she liked it this much. Her room was almost creepy. I felt like Freddy Krueger was watching me as I left her room. Now I know why her boxes were sealed and heavy.
Tiffany brewed coffee in a pot and offered me a cup. I’ve never been a coffee drinker, but little by little she has converted me. I poured creamer and sugar into the coffee until it was white, then sipped on it letting the liquid warm my body and wake me up. Tiffany sat down at the table across from me and held her cup between her hands. “Emily Williams,” she said shaking her head.
“I know, I’m sorry.” I said meeting her eyes.
“I have a plan; I want to talk to you about it.”
“I would like to hear it.”
Tiffany started in explaining to me that she has a network of friends who have the intention of bringing Emily down. Apparently Emily was planning a party right after finals and that’s when they want to make their move. They were anticipating the majority of the students to attend the party and that’s when they were going to take her out.
It was going to be humiliating and public. Tiffany knew all of Emily’s plans because she was still friends with her. In fact Tiffany was helping Emily plan the event, and Wreck Hock would be playing. As soon as I heard that I knew I would be hearing from Kelly. She would want me to go, which was fine because I fully intended to go. Now all I had to do was keep my grades up and pass my finals, while juggling everything else. It seemed my to-do list was just getting longer and longer.
I was so happy when my grades finally started coming in from my classes. I was passing. I wasn’t making 100% as I planned but I was still making As and that was good enough for me. Ryan was the first person I told and he took me out to celebrate. I was so excited when he came to pick me up. This time instead of flowers, Ryan gave me a box, I don’t know what was in it, but it looked expensive. I knew it was expensive because the wood on the box was smooth and unlike any kind I had ever seen before. The words Richart were etched in the very top. I gave Ryan a puzzled look, then set the box on the table. I opened it and saw gauges in the door that swung open. Inside were more boxes. Each individual box contained chocolates. There were so many different kinds, and they looked delicious. There was also a card, it read: “The world’s best chocolates for the world’s best girlfriend. You are far more amazing than these chocolates could ever wish to be.”
I felt Ryan behind me and he pulled out one of the boxes, picked a chocolate and told me to open my mouth and close my eyes. I did as he asked and he placed a corner of the chocolate in my mouth and asked me to bite. I let the flavor melt into my palate, the chocolate was smooth and rich, and the little hint of filling that I got had a wonderful contrast with the sweet cocoa. I savored the flavor, and then Ryan kissed me. The rest of the chocolate was in his mouth and I moaned as both the flavor and Ryan’s kiss overwhelmed me. The experience was euphoric and set the tone for
The next morning, Tiffany smiled at me when I woke up. “Thank you,” she said, and then got out of bed.
“I’m here whenever you need me. I understand what you’ve been going through, although my rape wasn’t as traumatic as yours.” I responded and managed a tight smile.
Tiffany’s smile faltered, and she sat down next to me. “Every rape is traumatic no matter what the circumstances; there is no rape that is worse than the other. It is all just as monstrous, but I’m sure together we can fight our demons and slowly find some sort of normal.” She said and gave me a hug. I didn’t know how to respond other than agreeing with her.
She stood back up and left the room. I shortly followed her after I took a look around. All the tiny figurines were all horror movie miniatures. I knew she liked horror, but I didn’t know she liked it this much. Her room was almost creepy. I felt like Freddy Krueger was watching me as I left her room. Now I know why her boxes were sealed and heavy.
Tiffany brewed coffee in a pot and offered me a cup. I’ve never been a coffee drinker, but little by little she has converted me. I poured creamer and sugar into the coffee until it was white, then sipped on it letting the liquid warm my body and wake me up. Tiffany sat down at the table across from me and held her cup between her hands. “Emily Williams,” she said shaking her head.
“I know, I’m sorry.” I said meeting her eyes.
“I have a plan; I want to talk to you about it.”
“I would like to hear it.”
Tiffany started in explaining to me that she has a network of friends who have the intention of bringing Emily down. Apparently Emily was planning a party right after finals and that’s when they want to make their move. They were anticipating the majority of the students to attend the party and that’s when they were going to take her out.
It was going to be humiliating and public. Tiffany knew all of Emily’s plans because she was still friends with her. In fact Tiffany was helping Emily plan the event, and Wreck Hock would be playing. As soon as I heard that I knew I would be hearing from Kelly. She would want me to go, which was fine because I fully intended to go. Now all I had to do was keep my grades up and pass my finals, while juggling everything else. It seemed my to-do list was just getting longer and longer.
I was so happy when my grades finally started coming in from my classes. I was passing. I wasn’t making 100% as I planned but I was still making As and that was good enough for me. Ryan was the first person I told and he took me out to celebrate. I was so excited when he came to pick me up. This time instead of flowers, Ryan gave me a box, I don’t know what was in it, but it looked expensive. I knew it was expensive because the wood on the box was smooth and unlike any kind I had ever seen before. The words Richart were etched in the very top. I gave Ryan a puzzled look, then set the box on the table. I opened it and saw gauges in the door that swung open. Inside were more boxes. Each individual box contained chocolates. There were so many different kinds, and they looked delicious. There was also a card, it read: “The world’s best chocolates for the world’s best girlfriend. You are far more amazing than these chocolates could ever wish to be.”
I felt Ryan behind me and he pulled out one of the boxes, picked a chocolate and told me to open my mouth and close my eyes. I did as he asked and he placed a corner of the chocolate in my mouth and asked me to bite. I let the flavor melt into my palate, the chocolate was smooth and rich, and the little hint of filling that I got had a wonderful contrast with the sweet cocoa. I savored the flavor, and then Ryan kissed me. The rest of the chocolate was in his mouth and I moaned as both the flavor and Ryan’s kiss overwhelmed me. The experience was euphoric and set the tone for