#Chapter161
As soon as there’s the relief of pressure and the weight lifting, I move with rapid speed and newfound strength, skating backwards on hands and butt until my back hits a solid surface and slams me to a halt, staring at my attacker in terror. I curl up into a ball at the foot of the couch, my back pressed hard against it, eyes wide, watching him like a scared animal caught in headlights. In this frame of mind, I trust no one, no one gets to touch me, and I am barely here. Ready to lash out and defend myself again, ready to take on any cruel hands or naked flesh which wants to defile me over and over. I retch as I cough back vomit, swallowing down the tears and panic and try to regulate my breathing from hysterical panting. My fingers gripped around my legs, so I can be as small as possible and hide from the approaching shadows. My nails bite my own skin with the ferocity I hold myself in.
