Izumo's Journal May 30th 2012
Izumo's Journal May 30th 2012 (well I guess now it's really the 31st)
Oh Gods. You wouldn’t believe what happened last night. I was raped. Oh gods I can hardly stop myself from sobbing again. If it hadn’t been for Raidou -that bouncer I sort of know- that sick rapist would have cum in me. I just want to be sick.
Why do these horrible things keep happening to me? Raidou told me that a bartender had noticed the sicko leering at me and had informed Raidou of it when I left for a smoke but Raidou lost track of the bastard near the entrance.
The nice man blames himself for not getting there on time. I wish I had someone to blame, but he doens’t deserve that. I shouldn’t have been in that smoking area alone and obviously should have left as soon as I saw the leer in the man’s eyes.
If I have to be truthful with myself it made me feel very sexy to have those eyes staring at me like that. I just... I just didn’t think he would take what he wanted. I fought but he was so much bigger then me. He was even strong enough to give Raidou a hard time and he’s a big guy.
Gods it hurt so much. It still does.
What am I going to do? What if he had a STD or... you know....
Oh gods this can’t be real. My face is battered and I have scratches from the brick and pavement and his disgusting nails. I look like I’ve been raped. Everyone who sees me is going to know.
If... If it wasn’t for Raidou and his friends at the club, everyone there would have known. He is such a nice man. He stayed with me all night. The only time he left my side was when the police interviewed us. He held my hand when it was shaking, he even held me when I started sobbing in ally and again in the police station. To top all that off right now I’m laying in a huge bed next to this huge strong man who seems to radiate kindness towards me. He hasn’t touched me in anyway sexual or unwanted he is just protecting me. Like a huge guard dog. I couldn’t go home. My roommates don’t care about me. they wouldn’t have been able to make me feel safe.
in about three hours I have to go get an exam from a doctor at the hospital. They are going to look at the damage and... I don’t want to even think about it.
I’m here safe. At least i feel safe. Seems strange really seeing I hardly know this guy and after what just happened, but he really feels so... safe.
Okay I’m tired and sore and have to get up in a couple hours. I’m just going to curl up next to this huge warm body and pass out.
I hope.
Oh Gods. You wouldn’t believe what happened last night. I was raped. Oh gods I can hardly stop myself from sobbing again. If it hadn’t been for Raidou -that bouncer I sort of know- that sick rapist would have cum in me. I just want to be sick.
Why do these horrible things keep happening to me? Raidou told me that a bartender had noticed the sicko leering at me and had informed Raidou of it when I left for a smoke but Raidou lost track of the bastard near the entrance.
The nice man blames himself for not getting there on time. I wish I had someone to blame, but he doens’t deserve that. I shouldn’t have been in that smoking area alone and obviously should have left as soon as I saw the leer in the man’s eyes.
If I have to be truthful with myself it made me feel very sexy to have those eyes staring at me like that. I just... I just didn’t think he would take what he wanted. I fought but he was so much bigger then me. He was even strong enough to give Raidou a hard time and he’s a big guy.
Gods it hurt so much. It still does.
What am I going to do? What if he had a STD or... you know....
Oh gods this can’t be real. My face is battered and I have scratches from the brick and pavement and his disgusting nails. I look like I’ve been raped. Everyone who sees me is going to know.
If... If it wasn’t for Raidou and his friends at the club, everyone there would have known. He is such a nice man. He stayed with me all night. The only time he left my side was when the police interviewed us. He held my hand when it was shaking, he even held me when I started sobbing in ally and again in the police station. To top all that off right now I’m laying in a huge bed next to this huge strong man who seems to radiate kindness towards me. He hasn’t touched me in anyway sexual or unwanted he is just protecting me. Like a huge guard dog. I couldn’t go home. My roommates don’t care about me. they wouldn’t have been able to make me feel safe.
in about three hours I have to go get an exam from a doctor at the hospital. They are going to look at the damage and... I don’t want to even think about it.
I’m here safe. At least i feel safe. Seems strange really seeing I hardly know this guy and after what just happened, but he really feels so... safe.
Okay I’m tired and sore and have to get up in a couple hours. I’m just going to curl up next to this huge warm body and pass out.
I hope.