Wesley: How are you, Roxanne?

I do. Thank you for helping me.

Wesley: Please. It's normal.

Me: What were you doing there?

Wesley: How? I was returning home.

Me: Okay.

Wesley: What did you think?

Me : nothing !

For a moment I thought it odd that Wesley was there. So he was behind me when I was leaving, and he hadn't called me to catch up? Or was he hated because I had planted him at the party? In any case, it doesn't matter. He just got me out of a bad situation. I need to stop thinking he was following me to do something bad to me. Not everyone is like William.

* Flashback. 15 years ago.

It was summer vacation in July. As usual, I was going to spend some time with my aunt, Chantal, dad's sister. She has three children, two girls and a younger boy. It was always a pleasure to spend the holidays there. We were constantly playing. But I wasn't the same this time. The only thing I was looking forward to was having a moment of respite from Bradley.

One Saturday, Chantal took us to spend the day with her husband's sister. She had two children. A big boy and a girl our age. It wasn't the first time we had been there. Chantal's sister-in-law had a big house with a swimming pool. We would spend the day swimming there. I didn't want it. At the mere idea of ​​having to put myself almost in front of people, I was shaking.

However, before, I loved to swim. I was the best at it. But for swimwear, I only had a two-piece. I could not ! I don't want to show my disgusting body. I've been Bradley's wife for ten months. I feel so dirty that I don't understand how people don't see that I am.

William: You don't swim?

Me no !

William is the eldest son of Chantal's sister-in-law. He's eighteen. He is watching us while we are at the pool.

William: Yet you still like to swim, don't you?

I do.

William: Why don't you want to swim then?

Me: Like this.

William: Alright. You can play with my console if you want.

Me: Really???

William: Yes of course.

It surprises me a lot coming from him. He always refused to let anyone touch his stuff.

William: Tell me what's wrong?

Me: How?

William: Why don't you want to play with the others? Don't be afraid, you can tell me.

I look at him for a long time and suddenly I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I want to cry, to talk, to scream. Is my distress visible at this point? Why is he the only one who noticed it? Why can't mom see him? I want to talk so much but I'm scared.

Bradley said he would kill me if I talked. He said he would kill mom too. And yet I so wanted her to realize that my body was the territory of the worst horrors I had ever known. There I burst into tears.

Me: It's Bradley! He does weird things to me. He says if I tell Mom and Dad he will kill me.

William: Weird things? Let's go inside, you're going to tell me.

We entered the living room. There, I told everything to William. How it had started. What Bradley said he was going to do to me. How I was afraid of him. William listened to me until the end without saying anything. Then he took me in his arms.

William: Don't worry honey, I'll protect you.

Me: Really???

William: Yes. Don't worry.

After having this discussion with William, I feel stronger and more reassured. To the point of even wanting to go swimming with the others. All the rest of the day, I am smiling and pleasant towards others. For a few hours, William had managed to make me the little girl I was before.

And I like it. Be radiant, smile again without being afraid of what was going to happen to me. I am happy. So when the others insist with Chantal that we stay asleep, I completely agree. Staying here, near William, I feel safer. But what I don't know is that it's a big mistake.

* PRESENTATION

Wesley: Where are you going? I will accompany you.

Me: At home. But I can take a taxi depot.

Wesley: Not out of the question that you go alone. I can see you're still scared.

Me: No I...

Wesley: You don't have to do that with Roxanne.

By telling me that, he gets closer to me. I feel his breath on my neck. It's warm and almost intoxicating. I think he feels his breath is bothering me so he tries to kiss me. I take a step back. What does he believe? Because he saved me am I going to spread my legs?

Me: I'll take a deposit.

Wesley: No! You can dream if you think I'm going to let you go home alone after what just happened.

Me: What just happened?

Wesley: Huh? But you just got mugged.

In fact, I thought he was talking about the so-called rapprochement that had taken place between us a minute ago. I'm really stupid sometimes. I decide to let him drive me home because he is right. It's stupid of me to want to go home alone at this hour. In the taxi, no one speaks to the other. I wonder if he's sulking at me for refusing his kiss. But I remain calm. It's better that way. There is no point in giving him the opportunity to relaunch his flirting operation.

Me: Alright, this is my home.

Wesley: Okay.

Me: Thank you for taking me home.

Wesley: I want to see you again.

Me no.

Wesley: I insist.

Me: And I insist no.

Wesley: Um! What's wrong ?

Me: So because I don't want to see you again, does that mean something is wrong with me?

Wesley: That's not what I want...

Me: Say, let it go. If you're used to being a Casanova, it's not with me. Good night and thank you again.

But the guy there even thinks he is? He thinks that because he helped and accompanied me, because he played his handsome white knight, I'm going to jump into his arms? I won't be caught twice, sorry. At least not so easily.

* Flashback. 15 years ago (Continued)

Chantal agreed to spend the night at her sister-in-law's house. For the first time, William let us into his room. Some play PlayStation, I watch. Rally games are not my thing. Ultimately, I prefer fighting video games. William is really nice to us today. No doubt he wants to please me after what I told him about what had happened to me. Either way, it makes me very happy. We play until very late at night without realizing it. During this time, William listens to the music with his walkman.

William: Well it's late! You have to go to bed.

No one is reluctant because we know that it is not a given to be able to enjoy William's hospitality. And then if we want him to accept us again tomorrow, it is better that we do not disturb him.

William: Roxanne, wait a bit.

Me: Hmm!

William: Get on the bed.

Carelessly, I climb onto the bed. I can trust him, he said he would help me get rid of Bradley.

William: Close your eyes!

Me why ?

William: I have a present for you. First close your eyes.

Me: Alright.

I close my eyes with a wide smile on my face. I wonder what William has planned for me. My heart beats fast. Not because I'm scared but because I can't wait to see the gift William is going to give me. But against all odds, William violently puts his hand over my mouth and makes me lie down on the bed. I struggle without understanding what is happening. What does William want to do to me? Or rather why is he brutalizing me? I look at him and his gaze is dark as if possessed by a demon.

He seems to have only one goal: to take off my panties. And I understand what he wants. From the start, he was lying to me. He never intended to help me. He was just trying to appease me. How could I be so stupid? How could I believe for a moment that someone would want to help me? Tired of struggling in vain, I let go. Either way, that's definitely what I'm meant for.

Ten minutes later.

William: Go to bed now!

I run as quickly as possible. I do not cry. I've already cried too much about it. Tears have done me no good so far. So why cry? In addition, it was myself who had searched. Who sent me to tell William what I was going through? That'll teach me to close my valve and not tell anyone what I'm going through.

To be continued........