Through My Eyes Part 4 - Sarah's Untold Story
It was a boring evening; I was sat on my bed looking for films to watch when I heard my mum call out my name.
“Sarah! I’m going out to work, your uncle is coming over to pick up some stuff as well so listen out for the door.” She shouted, from downstairs.
She always did late shifts at the hospital so I was always by myself until the early hours of the morning. Before I could ask what uncle was coming over, I heard the front door slam shut. I’ve never met any of my uncles let alone any other family members before so I had no idea what to expect. As time went on I started to wonder if this uncle even existed because it was getting really late and I didn’t like leaving my room after a certain time.
I started to imagine how he would look; I pictured an old man, with a beer belly with an added accent. I started to laugh to myself when finally I heard the doorbell ring. Like I would always do I would race down the stairs missing two steps at a time it was just something I did from young.
When I got to my front door I looked through the peephole and saw a man leaning back and forth as if he was going to fall over.
“Who is it?” I said with my voice slightly raised so they could hear me clearly.
“It's me henry, I’m here to pick stuff up” he replied in a slurred manner.
My mum did say my uncle was coming to pick stuff up so that was enough for me to open the door for him although I felt like something wasn’t right but I ignored it. I opened the door and there stood the man I had pictured, well without the added accent and he looked fairly young roughly early 30’s.
“Wow! Look at you Sarah you have really grown up; I remember the last time I saw you was when you was born. Now you’re a fine beautiful young girl.” He said whilst inspecting every inch of me, which did make me feel uncomfortable to say the least.
I could also smell the strong alcohol from his breath, which made me keep my distance from him but enough for him not to notice that I was doing so.
“Oh, you were there when I was born I had no idea, my mum hasn’t really mentioned you before sorry,” I replied back.
“Yes, me and your mum haven’t been on the best of terms to be frank not surprised but we are still family,” He said whilst stumbling and catching his balance at the same time.
At this point, I just wanted him to leave he was clearly intoxicated and needed to get home.
“You okay uncle henry?” I gently asked even though I knew what was up. I just wanted to speed things up now so he could leave.
“Yeah just feeling a bit dizzy, I’m going to get the stuff your mum left me and head off home don’t want to be a bother.”
When I heard him say that I was relieved, I showed him where the stuff was and went back upstairs to my room and left him to it. Once I got back in my room I decided to put on more layers of clothing on as I was only wearing shorts and a vest, which was kind of revealing.
It was now 30 minutes to midnight and I could still hear noise coming from downstairs. It's been almost an hour since my uncle had come and he hadn’t left yet so I began to wonder what he was doing but me thinking about it didn’t last for long as I heard footsteps coming upstairs. It sounded like someone who'd been in some armed service or something; there was a marching quality to it.
Without any warning my door swung open with a loud thumping noise, which made me jump.
“Oh wow I don’t know my own strength there I apologise if I scared you I should have knocked you could have been naked as well.” He laughed cheekily.
“Okay, don’t worry about it. Are you leaving now?” I said asked assertively.
“Yeah I am leaving now, thought to come and give you a hug goodbye.”
I put my laptop on the desk next to my bed and got up to receive his hug. As he approached me he tripped over his own leg, fell on top of me and that caused me to fall back on the bed with him firmly on top of me.
I couldn’t understand what was currently going on, the confusion was immense.
His large body covered mine; I couldn’t move an inch.
“You’re hurting me!” I shouted
He didn’t take any notice of what I just said, he was just murmuring things in my ear for a few minutes but I couldn't make out anything he was saying. He started to run his mouth in between my hair, I felt like I was his prey and that he was about to pounce on me any moment. Then heard unbuckling sounds come from his belt which made my heart increase with speed; I could literally feel as if it was going to jump out from my chest. His hands now started to wonder and found itself underneath the big top I had put on and was firming grasping my breast.
“Get off! Get off me!!” I screamed out loud.
There was nothing within reach of me that I could use against him and even if there was I couldn’t move to actually hit him with it. I continued to attempt to struggle to move my body off from him then that’s when a fierce slap rippled against my face.
I was speechless; he just hit me across the face. I was couldn’t move, I didn’t flinch the shock had left me lifeless with tears rolling down my face.
He pulled my joggers and shorts right off my body leaving me in my knickers as he pulled down his trousers and boxers to his knees revealing his boner hovering over me.
Next thing I know, he has ripped off my knickers and began to shove his dick inside of me.
“Please stop! Why are you doing this?” I screamed.
I felt as if he has just torn my private parts like a piece of paper. The pain was too much to handle for me but he wouldn’t stop no matter how much I cried out. He had taken away my innocence and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Ahhhhh nice and tight just how I like it.” He moaned.
His nails began to sink deeper into my arms through the top I was wearing he was about to climax. He pulled his penis out from me fast, which hurt and all that could be seen was, blood all over his penis and that’s when he covered my stomach with his semen.
“I needed that oh God!” He cried out with a loud moan.
I just lay there with streams of tears flowing down from both eyes.
“Why you crying? You’re a big girl now, 16 if I remember right? This was going to happen eventually.” He snapped at me.
I wiped my tears and went silent.
“This will stay between you and me. Don’t you dare tell your mother about our passionate sex session.” He said assertively.
What he said confused me even more, he just made it seem as if I wanted what just happened. It was not passionate it was RAPE. I was so scared I didn’t know what to do; I didn’t know what he was capable of doing.
“I’m off now, tell your mum I said thank you. Oh yeah I’m taking these knickers as well” he smirked
He left my room, then a few second later I heard the front door slam shut.
“Argh!” I groaned as I tried standing up but I just couldn’t.
I waited a few minutes, gathered up the little strength I had left in me and proceeded to pick up my joggers and put on my shorts as he had ripped my knickers and taken them with him.
I then gingerly walked to the bathroom next to my room muttering, “God what did I do to deserve this?” I locked the door and pulled down my shorts to see blood everywhere; I sat on the toilet seat to urinate and when I did it really stung me, I was in a lot of pain. My arms now had purple prints scattered across them like a disease all from him digging his nails into my arms. It hurt to touch them but I knew I had to clean off the dry blood.
I slowly and gently removed my top and vest all be it my arms we in excruciating pain. I walked over to the bathtub and ran myself a hot bath to clean myself up. Stepping in was the most devastating thing I had felt more painful than the rape itself. It felt like the water had exposed every inch of my body that was in pain.
I cleaned in between my legs and scrubbed off the dried blood ever so slowly. I couldn’t stand being in the bath any longer so I came out. My legs felt shaky and could not support my body yet my head was the only thing that was feeling heavy. The pain was rushing through my body like an igniting fire. My eyes squeezed closed as my face contorted. I turned around I looked at the huge mirror, I couldn’t recognise myself.
I dragged myself back to my room; I just wanted to wake up from this nightmare already. I got in my bed, put the covers over my head and cried myself to sleep.
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