Chapter 9 Not The Luna

• I watched the doors close behind him with a heavy thud, a sound that sent a jolt to my chest. I stared at the closed doors for how long I had no idea, maybe not until I felt an itchiness of dried cum on my inner thighs or the distinct ache in between my legs. I half-sat , my mind going blank for a moment. Shame had already spread across my body like a wet blanket. I sat up completely, naked and shivering. I refused to cry, but the tears didn’t listen, they rolled down my cheeks. I sniffled as I got off the bed. The wind blew in from the still open window caressing my skin, making me shudder. I cast a glance across the pristine white satin bedsheet, which was now ruined by cum and drops of blood. It’s strange how when he first invaded me and took my virginity, no blood was spilled, whereas today, it was the opposite. The dark red splotches reminded me, glared at me and taunted me of the loss of my virginity, a hollow concept created by society.
• I sighed, feeling a slight pang in my chest as I picked up my pants and the shredded t-shirt. Isaac’s words revolved in my mind, like a chant - a pain-inducing, mind-numbing chant. I followed the morning routine on auto-pilot- I washed and scrubbed my body until the skin was a blushing pink. I washed my face with hot water, put the dirty clothes in the hamper and cried until my hiccups turned into coughs.
• Strangely, crying made me feel lighter and I wondered if this would be a part and parcel of my life from now on. I was used to being neglected, I was always treated like a non-existent figure and over the years; I had become used to it. My pillow and the four walls of my room in the attic had guarded all my grief and heartaches. But this…this was different.