The neighbors opposite were a young couple who had recently moved into our house. It should be noted that my mother met them very quickly, and now we were friends with families. Ivan and Nastya turned out to be very friendly and helpful newlyweds.

The door opened with a click, and Vanya appeared in the opening with a suitcase on wheels. Nastya loomed behind him.

I was ready to scream in relief.

Ivan, seeing me, smiled broadly.

- Hello, Dashka! Why are you playing so late?

If he was embarrassed by my disheveled appearance, he did not show it. I managed a smile and shrugged my shoulders timidly.

- Dasha hello! - Nastya was finally able to get out from behind her husband and now she was also smiling cordially. - What do you care about? Didn't he walk himself! She scolded her husband.

Ivan's gaze fell on Arthur. The smile immediately faded from his face. The neighbor narrowed his eyes suspiciously and without looking at me asked:

- Dash, are you all right?

I nodded. Although she could barely hold back tears of horror or already tears of relief. Then I realized that Vanya was not looking at me and squeezed out with difficulty:

Yes, Van. Everything is fine. I'm on my way home now.

She turned around, and, trying to calm the trembling in her hands, inserted the key into the keyhole. Without looking more at her neighbors and at her pursuer, she flung open the door and stepped into the darkness of the apartment.

- See you, Dasha! - I heard Arthur's voice in the back, and then his receding steps down the stairs.

I turned around. Dasha and Vanya looked at each other and then both looked at me. I didn't expect provocative questions from them. She smiled weakly at them and waved her hand as she closed the door.

In the apartment, I pressed myself against the door and realized that I could not take a single step. The tears I was holding back turned into soft sobs. I think I'm starting to get hysterical. Only the realization that my parents were sleeping next to the wall made me restrain the feelings rushing out.

On shaky legs, I made my way to my room. Silently sobbing, she took off her clothes and climbed under the covers. Despite the summer heat, I was chilly. I couldn't understand what happened and why it happened to me. I really wanted to take a shower - to wash off the touch of this maniac.

A minute later I was standing under a hot shower and rubbing my body with a washcloth, hoping to forget what happened a few minutes ago at the entrance. In my heart, I finally let the tears flow. I cried until my strength left me. The chill subsided, and a wave of indifference swept over me.

Silently she returned to her room. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she mentally rejoiced that her parents had not woken up.

When I returned to the room, I saw a burning phone screen. Message. From Christina.

Chris: "Hey doll. Everything is fine?"

Chris: "Dash! Are you home?"

Chris: Alekseeva! If you don't answer in a minute, I'll call your parents."

Me: "It's all right. I `am already sleep"

I didn’t want to talk about what had happened, and I didn’t have the strength.

Chris: Thank God! I no longer knew what to think. Arthur was gone for so long, and when he returned, he was angry as hell. Dragged the whole crowd into the club. And Timofey and I went home.”

Me: "Mmm! With Timothy?

Chris: (Puke emoji)

There was no desire to continue the correspondence, and I put the phone under the pillow, and I myself lay down, covered up to my ears with a blanket.

Sleep didn't come. I looked at the ceiling and thought about what I did wrong.

Of course, I am no longer a little girl and I know what sex is and how it happens, but I myself am not ready for it yet. I didn't even flirt with Arthur. She just let me hug and walk me home.

What Arthur did to me was too frank, frightening for me.

I dreamed of love, like mom and dad, and not like this. In a dirty hallway. With alcohol in the blood. Without my consent and desire. And as if Arthur is far from the limit of my dreams.

I felt disgusted. The soul was dirty and disgusting. I really wanted to go to my mother and tell her about everything, but shame kept me in my room. Well, how could I tell her that the guy climbed in my panties and tried to rape me. If mom finds out about this, she will definitely tell dad. And then I will die of shame. And, yes, if dad finds out about this, Arthur will not have more than one chance for a happy future. He will just kill him. And this for me was even worse than what happened to me that night.

I didn't say anything to my close friend Kristina either.

Just trying to get through this nightmare on my own.

That's how stupid I was then.

After what happened, I stopped going for a walk and no amount of persuasion could convince me to go outside in the evening. She went out only during the day, in the company of her parents or one of her friends, and shied away from every shadow.