Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E62

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E62

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62

Troublesome night

Needless to say, sleep was the last thing on my mind that night. As I slowly returned to the house, I listened to the sound of Rotimi’s car driving away behind me. John junior was standing by the window looking out. When he turned to me and saw the tears, he walked over and put his arms around me. Then I really let go.

He tried to lift my face and wipe my tears with his palm but I turned away and buried my head into his other chest, ruining that side of his shirt as well. He ran his hand down the back of my head repeatedly then he started moving us towards a sofa.

How we ended up on the sofa, with him on top of me, I would never know. How we started kissing, I would never know. When he took off his clothes, and took mine off – or did I take them off myself? I cannot remember. But when he entered me, without a condom, my senses returned.

I tried to push him off me but he had braced himself properly; one arm under my head, the other around my waist. I stopped kissing him but he didn’t stop kissing me. I closed my mouth and felt his tongue gliding over my clenched teeth. I wriggled and struggled to get him off me but he kept pushing back, going deeper. I forced my mouth away from his face and turned my head to a side.

“You are not wearing a condom!” I shouted.

He either didn’t hear me or it did not bother him. He moved the hand under my back to my leg and pulled it up even as I tried to straighten both legs to force him out. I stopped trying to push him off and started pinching his belly instead but it was as if he didn’t feel a thing. I started to cry.

“You are raping me,” I cried out. That, he heard.

He stopped while still inside me. He lifted his body up on his arms and looked me in the eyes. He was sweating. I looked away.

“What?” he said.

I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t look at him. I had flirted with him, let him kiss me, kiss him back, let him get on top of me, and now I was accusing him of raping me.

He kept looking at me. I felt him getting soft inside me. He pushed himself off and stood by the sofa. I avoided his eyes. I covered my breasts with one hand and searched for my discarded clothes with the other.

He was breathing heavily. He just stood there and kept looking at me.

“I’m sorry,” he said and turned.

He walked out of the living room not bothering to collect his clothes. I wore mine hurriedly then I checked myself to see if he had finished. Either way, I had to use the bathroom.

I got up to go; then I sat back down. Something about the way he said sorry troubled me. He had studied me for long, standing naked over me, before he said he was sorry. But he didn’t sound sorry. I had accused him of raping me so that he would stop, and it worked, but had I gone too far?

But he was raping me nau. I told him to stop and he didn’t. Or did I? I remembered asking him to wear a condom. Or did I? I was ready to continue sleeping with him if he wore a condom, but because he didn’t use one, he was raping me? Where does consensual sex stop and rape begins, anyway? Is it rape simply because you want him to use a condom and he doesn’t? I think yes. Is it rape if you have started having sex with him and decide to stop midway? I think yes, howbeit unfair to him, but yes. When a girl tells you to stop, she doesn’t mean keep going till you come. She doesn’t mean hurry up and be done. She means STOP! He should have stopped when I told him to stop and then he wouldn’t have been raping me. But I didn’t tell him to stop; I only told him he wasn’t wearing a condom.

I buried my face in my palms. How did I manage to f--k things up so much? What was I doing letting Johnny’s son kiss me? What would happen when Johnny is released? What of Rotimi? He had driven away thinking I was there to sleep with the guy and I just did. How was I going to face him and explain things to him? How many mistakes must I make? How many lies must I tell?

John junior had still not returned. My eyes fell on his shirt and trouser and I picked them up. I decided to take them up to him as a peace offering and to tell him the truth. I was going to tell him that I wanted him to wear a condom because I was still waiting for the results of my HIV test.

I went upstairs calling his name but he did not answer. The door to Johnny’s room was ajar and the light was on so I figured that was where he was. I pushed the door open but he was not there, then I heard a sound in the en suite bathroom. I walked over, called his name, then gently opened door and there he was, still naked, standing in front of the wash hand basin, his d--k in both his hands, furiously jerking away.

I felt rage flow through me. Why? I don’t know, but I was at once bitterly angry and I suddenly wanted to punish him.

“I brought your things,” I said and tossed his clothes at him.