Chapter 39

"He's dead, Amira."

She looks up at me, her face completely blank of any emotion then she laughs. 

A short brief bitter laughter.

"Yea, dead to all of you," she says bitterly.

"But still alive in my head and in my thoughts... I still see him, Terra. I see him running his pathetic fingers allover my body. I see him take off his belt and part my legs, his eyes dark with desire. I see him take off his... His thing and insert it painfully inside me. And like a sad sad rhythm, I hear it repeat in my ears over and over again as he strokes and strokes and strokes... "

Tears well up in her eyes.

Thinking she will break down, she swallows and wipes the tears swiftly.

Amira continues. "All these years and still that sick bastard is still fucking me up!" she snickers. "You know it was better when he used to fuck me at fourteen because I could just cry myself to sleep and wait for the repeat. But now... I'm a grown woman with a fucking h