Burning Embers

pened the message. Did you make it to class on time, Bev? It was from Dave. We were on the phone until 4:30 this morning. Time didn't seem to exist when we talked

erson to come to class". I hit send just as our teaching assistant, Joe, walked

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ably the first person in the history of students who gets upset about a c

on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, "and now because the class is can

There was a pause as the i

oping that I didn

come get you

inutes," I need to get to the res

is room to take calls. I had never been more comfortable during a study session; I had snacks, coffee and natural light. I even Facetimed Megan,

Dave in his living room

Dave turned on the fireplace and got me a blanket. I stayed there until late at night and then he drove me back to the residence, with

tly in the car. "I'm just a few minutes away, if you ever want a br

I looked str

ide by side toward the residence. His hands were in his pocket, but our arms slightly brushed

ted lobby. As we waited by the elevators, Dave asked:

up at him as I heard the

g into my eyes and gauging my facial expression.

o my lower back and he pulled me into him. The hug just lasted for 2 seconds, yet it got me so d

ked and he began walking away,

r, with tiny little bells in

be able to pick me up as agreed.But w

a stroll to while awa

ccupying the scenery of Canada at night time. The cool air blows against my skin,and I breath

comes into v

e,I feel someone's hand gripping my a

son covered my mouth in his hand

not happen

y,muffling my screams in his hand. He is definitely a guy,so strong that I

nce. The alley is already deserted in the first place, and it's dark enough because the

y take a good look at

th a three- hole balaclava mask, und

be a random drunk perso

. he rasps ,

bs. Tears begin to blur my vision

th before lowering his head to kiss my neck. His ragg

use. He bit the skin below m

s, the other one travels down my thig

I wear skirt,i

" Fuck... you're so soft", he pa

ulls one of the straps down and smelt my shoulder like he's savoring every mome

nder my tank top , and he c

screamed, tears ro

ly flips my body around that my forehead hits the brick wal

p his pants.The reality comes crashing down

touched me. But here I am now, about to heralded by a stra

d, jerking behind me as something hard

een my thigh. He gripped my panties so harshly that it

e entrance of the alley. " You fucking bastard ", the newcomer bites out, his voi

e alley is Dave, looking