Had I been violated? Unwanted. The door opened the moment I decided it was about time I bolted out of the apartment. Life was so unfair. I had dreamed of hearing that all my life and now someone was truly saying those words to me. Who was he and why was he looking for me? He was a careful and quiet driver, I noted, when he failed to talk to me or do anything to me. Or a whore. I did it and then I waited for him to instruct me further. I even expected him to return it. What did he want from me? I had dreamed of hearing that all my life and now someone was truly saying those words to me. To take his hopes and smash them, tear them, break them. surreal. I did it and then I waited for him to instruct me further. I’m not sure why I did it. Jack Handerson. That odd something went beyond the comforting memories his red plaid shirt and washed out blue jeans brought out in me.
