Eyes to the floor as she steps into the room.
She had found her insecurities here
No longer dormant or masked behind smiles.
The certainty in their discussion had forsaken her
Abandoning trust to a conflict of emotions.
His forehead resting on her temple
With his hands against her shoulder directing the way
As the door behind them closes.
A kiss to the neck simultaneously unzipping her dress…
She remembers seeing it for the first time
Venturing to the city on the off chance she would have
accepted Andrew’s offer
Trying a few stores recommended by her mother
Failing at each, either for being too expensive
Or just simply not her type
Then there it was, on display at Mrs. Gordon’s store
Swamped amongst the other options yet she saw it only.
A Sheath.
She imagined the white slim dress hugging her budding
curves
Imagined the sleek fabric outlining the silhouette of her
body
It was perfect for her tall, thin figure.
She did not wear a bra with her outfit
Nothing quite completed it the way she thought
But with the extra padding at the bust it did well to
conceal her nipples
It pleased him to know she did not have one on
Moving his kisses away from her neck
Down the plains of her back until meeting the zippers end
His hands running along her arms raised goosebumps on her
skin
“Are you okay” he asks.
“Yes I’m okay. Was thinking is all”
“You sure you still want to do this?”
Looking back at her reflection she managed a smile
She had passed her dress every day since eying it, making
sure it was still available
While she saved the pay she received from babysitting,
with hopes of buying it
She knew nothing of babies; being the only child to two
only children
Would say “No” whenever asked about having any of her own
Yet she had suffered through the experiences of having to
wash vomit from her school’s uniform
The stench of defecation and the ear piercing screams
From a baby who was not accustom to her feeble and
inexperienced attempts at comfort
All in effort to one day be in this position
He steps into view - Her eyes focus once more
Looking him in his face
She smiles. Touches him lightly against the cheek.
Reaches in then softly kisses his lips
He steps forward
She steps back
Until her legs collide with the bed
Stumbling as she falls into a seated position.
He removes his shirt
Then turns music on from the room’s stereo
The music from downstairs could still be heard.
The bass from the speakers rattled the hotel windows
upstairs.
The school got the venue free of charge from Andrew’s dad
to host the reception
Which to most seemed like more than a fair exchange for
not expelling him.
A week before finals Andrew sort it best to play Lacoste
in the lab
His way of venting from losing the last game of the
season
His family was the richest in our town and Andrew always
seemed to get his way because of it
But she was not present that day, so most of what she
heard were tales from the grapevine
It was her final Friday being occupied with Babysitting
duties
Then she would have ventured into town early that
following Saturday
To give the dress of her dreams a new home – hers
He removes her heels and kissed at her feet
Slowly yet aggressively moving up her legs
Folding her dress with every new inch of her body he
conquers
She grapples at his head
“Oh my god. Please wait” she mutters
He determines she wants him and tosses her hands aside
His hands rush between her legs and feels at her thong
She gasps, unsure that the spasm she felt was utter fright
or her body’s reaction to his touch.
“No wait. Please…” she begins
The air is knocked out of her as he punches her in the
stomach
Then rips the unzipped portion of her top down.
The Saturday she got her dress, she had never felt that
level of excitement ever before
She first tried it on in her mother’s presence, both
admiring its flow and how it fell at her feet
Then with her glowing approval she went off to her room
Spent hours parading herself in front of the mirror, with
then without accessories
Waving her hands as would a queen before her supporters
Only to be summoned to reality by Andrew’s phone call
Maybe it had been a sign that he would call while she
daydreamed in her dress
But she knew she wanted to wear it to prom and said yes
to his near hundredth appeal to be his date
“I’m no longer begging. I take what I want!” He
exclaimed.
She cried from the pain and the fright of what had
happened
She clenched at the remains of her top, attempting to
cover her breast
Kicking and screaming at him to get off of her
Kicking and screaming at him to stop.
In an instant Andrew had become someone else
Tossing her unto her stomach and forced himself into her
She wailed at the ordeal
Her tears seeped into the cracks of the bed
That did not stop him
Lunging himself deeper into her
Groaning from his efforts
A hand to the back of her neck
While another pinned her arm to the bed
Until finally, it was over…
Without a word he pulled his limp self out of her
Without a word he walked out of the room slamming the
door behind him
She could not believe what had happened
Curling herself into a ball
On then realizing her dress was drenched with blood
She had the perfect dress
Worked hard and bought this as her personal award
She thought she had the perfect date
To her this night was to be special
But to him she was just another conquest.
Olsfred
James 2014©
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