In the backseat of his car, she lay, lifeless, but was still with a pulse…
In the backseat of his car, thinking back, she shouldn’t have gotten in on that day, because what happened next was, unimaginable.
He was, the all-star quarterback of their high school, and EVERYBODY worshipped the ground he’d walked across, and, when he looked her way, she felt, blessed, like the heaven finally, showed an inkling of kindness to her, after all this time, only that it wasn’t, kindness, NOR mercy that fate had, planned for her!
In the backseat of his car, she tried hard, to BLOCK out the events of late that evening, and, kept replaying it over and over again, inside her mind, could she have dressed a little LESS provocatively, that would’ve prevented what happened to her from happening? Or, perhaps, she was, too eager, to catch his gaze, maybe?
In the backseat of his car, she was, left, with only, half of her soul remaining, he’d, taken half of her soul, and, treated her like a piece of garbage after he was done! In the backseat of his car, she hoped, that it’d never, happened…
it was, just an innocent drive that we took then, everything, changed, not my animation…
She’d, crawled out of the backseat of his car, where she was, left for dead (emotionally), made her way home, inside, dragged her unfeeling, motionless body, into the bathrooms, where she’d, turned on the faucet, then just, collapsed, into the tub.
In the backseat of his car, she’d lost, her final innocence, and, nothing was, EVER the same, while life still, moved on, without her, it’d seemed, everything ended for her, on that fateful evening, when she was, raped, by her date!