21.

Sophie:
I look at him and hesitate for a moment, but I shake my head. "Don't be ridiculous, Tom. Why would he hurt me? He loves me."
"He loves you? Then why is he walking another girl to his car?" Tom says as he gestures behind me.

I turn around and see Marco get into the car, the girl already sitting in the passenger seat.
I take two steps forward but the car drives off and I stop, watching the car disappear.

I feel Toms hand on my shoulder and I brush him off. "Don't!" I say and start walking away from him. "Sophie, wait, I'll bring you home."
I feel his hand on my lower back. I turn around and push him away. "I'll walk."

"It's a 10 minute drive, it's way to long to walk, especially at this hour."
"The fresh air will do me good." I say and look at him intently. "Bye, Tom."

I turn around and walk away from him. Looking back a few times before I turn around the corner. I cross my arms, and look around, taking in my surroundings, feeling a little uncomfortable walking alone at this hour.

With every noise I jump up a little, my heart racing in my chest. I quicken my pace, making sure I get home as fast as possible.


Tom:
I watch Sophie walking away from me and I go after her, in silence, not letting her know I am following her. A girl shouldn't be walking alone at this hour, especially not that far.

So I follow her, but keep enough distance for her not to see me.
It would have been much easier if she just let me drive her home. I sigh and put my hands in my pockets.

I see her looking around a little nervously, she startles a few times and I wonder if I should let her know I'm here. But she was clear, she didn't want me to. She didn't want my help, so I keep my distance.

We arrive at her house, the lights in the hallway are already on, same as the lights upstairs.
She looks over her shoulder as she quickly unlocks the door and gets inside.


Sophie:
I lock the door behind me and sigh deeply, relieved to be home.
I turn around and I kick off my shoes.

I look up the stairs as I hear soft moans, both male and female. Is he serious..? In my house? In my bed?

I stand still for a few minutes, not able to move a muscle. The moaning sounds get louder, Marco's groans of pleasure make my stomach turn.

I finally manage to move and walk towards the living room, closing the door, hoping this will mute the sound.

I sit down on the couch, covering my ears with my hands and closing my eyes.
It seems to go on for hours, even though it's probably been just a few minutes.

After what seemed like forever, I uncover my ears. The moaning has stopped. The girl giggles as she walks down the stairs and I can hear kissing sounds, followed by the door slamming shut.

My heart starts to beat wildly in my chest, increasing with every second.
The door flies open and I see Marco. His face immediately changing when he sees me.
I lower my eyes and stare at the floor before me.

He steps inside, walking my way. I should say something, but I can't.
He sits down next to me and I can feel both his hands on my body. One on my leg, the other one on my back.

I look at him in disbelief and with all the strength I have I push his hand from my leg. "Don't touch me!" I say, looking at him with angry eyes but instantly regretting it.

He chuckles, placing his hand back on my leg, sliding is a little more towards my inner thigh.
My breath hitches in my throat, my heart racing in my chest.

I push him away again, a little more firmly this time. "I said, don't touch me." I try to sound confident but I can notice a little crack in my voice as the words leave my mouth.

He chuckles again, making eye contact with me. His eyes dark, a little evil grin on his face.
He grabs me with both hands and roughly pushes me onto the couch, putting himself between my legs.

"No!" I scream. Kicking and hitting him with all the strength I have, but it's no use. His weight is to heavy on my body, his arms holding me are to strong for me to fight them.

He grabs both wrists with one hand and pins them above my head, his big hand having no problem holding them in place.
I can feel his other hand between my legs and he puts my panties aside, not even taking the time to pull them down and he thrust inside me with big force. I didn't even notice him pulling his own pants down.

I scream in pain, still trying to get him of me, but it's all in vein, so I give up. I stop screaming, stop kicking, stop trying to free my wrists from his grip.

I turn my head a little, my gaze fixed on the floor.
He keeps thrusting inside me, his face pressed against the skin in my neck. I can feel his hot breath landing on my skin, his sweat mingling with my own.

After I don't even know how long, Marco's weight lifts from my body. Without saying anything at all, without even looking at me, he leaves the room.

I lay still for a while, not being able to move. My body still in pain. I'm shaking, every inch of my body is aching.

I manage to get myself to sit up straighter, my make up smudged completely, my hair messy.
When I finally get up from the couch, my vision gets blurry and I feel something run down my legs. I don't even bother cleaning myself up.

Without thinking I leave the house.

No shoes, no jacket, no bag—nothing.

I start walking, away from my house. The cold rain landing on my skin.

My body is shaking, shivering, both not just because I'm cold.
I walk for a few minutes, until I get to their house. I stare at the door, frozen.
I ring the doorbell, once, but no one comes. I ring the bell again—no response.

I sit down on the ground in front of the door. I pull my knees against my chest, my arms wrapped around them tightly.

It stopped raining, the wind freezing cold on my wet skin.

I don't know how long it took, how long I waited for them to come home.
They kneel down next to me, both staring at me, concerned. I feel hands picking me up, not sure who's they are. I see their mouths moving, but I can't hear what they are saying.


Tom:
I park the car in the driveway, both looking at each other in surprise as we see Sophie sitting on the ground in front of our house.

We get out of the car and rush to her.
"Sophie, what happened?"
We kneel down next to her. As I gently grab her arm I look at Bill, concern visible in our eyes. "Bill, she's freezing."
"Let's get her inside." He says and we both lift her up, getting her inside.

"What happened?" I ask again, but she just stares in front of her.
"We need to get her warm." Bill says and he walks away, coming back with a warm hoodie and some sweatpants.

We get her out of her wet clothes, making sure her body can warm up.
We lay her down on the couch, covering her with a warm blanket. "You should rest." I say as I pull the blanket up and tuck it around her shoulders.

Her breathing slows down slightly, her body shaking a little less, her eyes closed.

I turn to Bill, a deep sigh leaving my mouth as I walk past him, into the kitchen.
"What happened to her?" He asks.
"I don't know, I saw her get inside her house. She was fine."