She woke up in an unfamiliar bed. ‘Where am I?’ Feeling a chill she raised the sheet to cover her unclothed body. ‘Where am I? Where are my clothes?’
The last thing she remembered from last night was gulping down her seventh drink. ‘Or was it the eighth?’ She also remembered dancing. Yes, she was dancing with Avi when that handsome guy cut into their dance. A smile formed on her face as she tried to remember his name. ‘What was his name?’ She frowned as she racked her hazy memory. ‘It’s because of this damn headache. I should go home and sleep off the hangover.’ She got up from the bed and looked around for her clothes. She turned around when she heard somebody enter the room. ‘Deep. That’s his name. Deep.’
“Hi” said Deep, his face breaking into his attractive dimpled smile. “How are you feeling now?”
“Hi” she said, embarrassed to say anything more. ‘Oh no! Damn it. I didn’t. Oh God. I did. I must have. What must he be thinking of me?’
She glanced at him shyly. He came closer. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She could see the tiny hair in his flaring nostrils. Suddenly, her feeling of shyness gave way to panic. She pushed him away. He stepped forward and took her into his arms again. This time, roughly. She winced in pain.
“You like to play it rough, don’t you baby?” he said as his handsome features contorted into an ugly sneer.
She pulled away from him and slowly backed into a wall. A strangely familiar feeling was gripping her stomach, that of revulsion and fear. Bile rose to her throat as she held the sheets around her tighter. ‘Not again. Not again. Not…’
"Copyright 13.01.06 by Shreya Jha"
The last thing she remembered from last night was gulping down her seventh drink. ‘Or was it the eighth?’ She also remembered dancing. Yes, she was dancing with Avi when that handsome guy cut into their dance. A smile formed on her face as she tried to remember his name. ‘What was his name?’ She frowned as she racked her hazy memory. ‘It’s because of this damn headache. I should go home and sleep off the hangover.’ She got up from the bed and looked around for her clothes. She turned around when she heard somebody enter the room. ‘Deep. That’s his name. Deep.’
“Hi” said Deep, his face breaking into his attractive dimpled smile. “How are you feeling now?”
“Hi” she said, embarrassed to say anything more. ‘Oh no! Damn it. I didn’t. Oh God. I did. I must have. What must he be thinking of me?’
She glanced at him shyly. He came closer. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She could see the tiny hair in his flaring nostrils. Suddenly, her feeling of shyness gave way to panic. She pushed him away. He stepped forward and took her into his arms again. This time, roughly. She winced in pain.
“You like to play it rough, don’t you baby?” he said as his handsome features contorted into an ugly sneer.
She pulled away from him and slowly backed into a wall. A strangely familiar feeling was gripping her stomach, that of revulsion and fear. Bile rose to her throat as she held the sheets around her tighter. ‘Not again. Not again. Not…’
"Copyright 13.01.06 by Shreya Jha"
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