The Amanda Chronicles
My hands trembling; struggling with the key in the lock; my breath is quick and short; he is right behind me; I feel his hand lift my skirt and grab my arse; his bare skin feels rough against mine.
“No!” I scream.
I stare at the horrid thing as it just sits there, on the end of bed, taunting me. Hugging my knees tighter into my chest, I feel my tears running down my legs.
How could I have been so stupid?!