I was naked and exposed. My mind kept telling me how shocked I was. He was someone I trusted. Yet here I was in the corner of the bed, shaking of fear.
The scarlet stains on the sheet caught my attention. I searched my body for wounds when he broke the silence.
“This won’t be the last time,” he said as he stepped out the room, locking the door.
The tears running down my cheeks felt like the comforting caresses of a mother. But I was here alone in a corner, shaking of fear on a blood stained bed.