Samuel said lasciviously as he stripped off both his and Janet's clothes, eagerly pressing himself on top of her.
Seeing the live pornographic show about to unfold before me, I was filled with hatred but couldn't avoid it. I could only turn around and face the wall.
I felt desolate.
So, the trauma Janet spoke of was really just reserved for me. With others, there was only pleasure, no pain.
But then again, I was the perpetrator of that time, wasn't I?
I deserved this!
I raised my arm high and slapped myself hard.
Seven years ago, at the high school graduation party, I got drunk and lost my senses.
When I woke up, I was faced with Janet, half-lying next to me, crying and accusing me, with red and white filthy stains all over her lower body.
"Last night, you were drunk and insisted on dragging me into bed… I couldn't overpower you, and you pinned me down…"
"Patrick, I'm going to report you for rape!"
I had a splitting headache from Janet's accusation, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember anything.
But the bruises all over her body didn't look fake…
In a panic, I could only tell my brother, who I rely on for everything.