He straddles my ass, pinning me down, and tears the seam of my dress up the side. My veins freeze at the memories of another time, a different man pinning me from behind. My muscles seize, cutting off my breaths. No, no, no. Please, no. I grip the sofa, trying to hold on to the here and now. I’m safe, I’m safe, I’m safe. I repeat the words in my head, trying to surface from the fear, but I can still feel Thomas’s clammy hands holding me in place, the sharp edge of his blade cutting through my skin. I’m in Boston. He can’t get me. I’m in Boston. Boston. Boston. Boston.
Waittt :(
