50 DO YOU CARE ABOUT HER?

He was a horrid person. She knew that but she couldn’t have imagined he’d be capable of raping anyone, but at that moment, trapped by his hands between his body and the wall, she wondered how she had been so blind to not have seen him for who he truly was. She shut her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come while hoping someone would come to her rescue. Suddenly, she felt his grip around her arms loosen as he dropped his hands. As though being pulled in like iron to a magnet, her hand cut through the air, landing a slap strong enough to slap his head off his neck on his face. “I’m s-” She paused. Why was she apologizing when he was the one at fault? He backed away from her, his hands raised to the air, “I know. I deserve-” “You deserve way more than that, you asshole,” she snapped, increasing the distance between them. “What the hell was that for? Did you think it was funny?” “I’m sorry, I just thought…” he trailed off with a sigh, knowing if he said what he wanted t