The night consisted of Lewis and Tom having a catch up as they had not seen each other since the party. Lewis spoke mostly about his new job working in a bar and had said he had got time off especially to spend the weekend with his brother. He talked about stories of drunken girls cooing over him and how he had to fight them all off. He had jokingly told Tom that he was wasted in nursing. “Well he’s got me”, Amelia stated, completely flabbergasted that he would say such things to Tom when his girlfriend was present. She felt completely nauseated. Every now and then Lewis would go to the fridge and would hand everyone a beer. Amelia didn’t really want to drink, but felt she had to be polite and to act as completely normal as possible. Tom began talking about his new placement, working with the community mental health nurses. Lewis seemed interested and Amelia chimed in with comments about her placement every now and again but remained mostly silent for the evening.
It had just gone past eleven and Amelia began to feel a little tipsy and lightheaded from the beer she had been drinking. “Excuse me guys, need to pee”, Amelia announced whilst toppling over Tom’s size thirteen feet. Everybody erupted with laughter, with Lewis cheering like he was some sort of football hooligan. Amelia got up and ran upstairs to the toilet. She needed some space and air. She didn’t know how much more she could stand being in the same room as Lewis. After all, this was the guy who taken away her innocence and had violated her when she was a teenager. Amelia’s heart began to race and she began to become slightly breathless. “Come on Ams. Pull yourself together”, she told herself. Amelia sat on the edge of the bath for a good ten minutes while she tried to regain her composure. “Right let’s just get this over with”, she ordered herself. She unlocked the bathroom door only to find Lewis standing outside the door.
Amelia froze and turned pale. She was scared and began to have palpitations. Lewis stood there smirking, but didn’t say anything. “Not again, please not again”, Amelia thought to herself. She began to have flashbacks of the night where Lewis had raped her. “What do you want from me?” Amelia demanded, whilst trying to catch her breath. “Nothing”, Lewis replied, still smirking.
“Then will you please just let me pass”, Amelia snapped.
“Well come on then”, Lewis dared. As Amelia passed by him he grabbed her by her waist and began whispering into her ear. “I know you want me”, Lewis said. Amelia began to struggle and Lewis began to caress her breasts.
“Get the fuck off me you bastard!” Amelia shouted. She pushed past him, but Lewis managed to catch her wrist and pinned her up against the wall. “Don’t you talk to me like that you dirty bitch. Want me to tell my brother about what a whore you really are?” Amelia shook her head. “Well then give me some god damn respect!” Lewis ordered. Amelia began to cower and had now begun to cry really hard. “You are a dirty slut; god knows what my thick shit of a brother is thinking of being with a slut like you. I’m gonna make your life hell until you leave us the fuck alone you good for nothing piece of shit”, threatened Lewis. He then loosened his grip on Amelia, whilst still smirking like the Cheshire cat. Tears were streaming down Amelia’s face. “If you tell anyone about this, remember what I said?” Lewis lowered his voice whilst threatening Amelia once again. She nodded her head. “Will you t-t-tell Tom I have gone to bed please?” asked Amelia. Lewis said nothing and went back downstairs.
Amelia had locked herself in the bathroom again. She had collapsed onto the bathroom floor in a heap, whilst crying so heavily she could hardly breathe. All her makeup had smeared down her face and onto her clothes. “What am I gonna do?” Amelia asked herself. She loved Tom and she didn’t want to lose him, but she was too scared to tell Tom the truth. She very much doubted he would believe her over her brother as Lewis was very manipulative. Amelia felt dirty and worthless. She was helpless and didn’t know what she could do. This was her worst nightmare. She knew she had to try and act like nothing was wrong for Tom’s sake. She began to repeatedly punch herself in her thighs. It was painful but Amelia knew she deserved it. She deserved to be punished. After Amelia was satisfied she had punished herself enough, she took off her makeup and washed her face. She then headed for Tom’s room and got into bed.
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