He thought I was attractive. On the way home he entertained the idea of making love to me. He stripped down completely naked and said if I didn't make love to him, he would shoot me.
For some odd reason, I couldn't see his face. The blurred images of his nose and mouth made no sense to me.
I told him I'd give him what he wanted if he let me go.
I pretended to care about what he wanted; I pretended to like him.
"Taking something that belongs to you really isn't a good idea."
Finally, he let me go.
While driving home I thought about how I almost died. It didn't feel as if I were driving on the road. I felt as if I were walking on water.
Once I got home, my foot went dead. I knew something bad was going to happen. I turned around and he was standing there.
He had followed me home. He wanted to meet my family. I told him he could.
"First let me call my mom and tell her you're coming up. Please, I don't want to scare her."
" I could see him still holding the gun."
"If you want a shot at redemption, you're gonna have to put that thing away.""Why are you even here?" "I thought we had a deal." "Remember the talk we had about not taking from others."
"It's something about what you said to me. No one's ever spoken to me that way before."
"It seems men usually open up to people who have confidence in them."
"Why are you so afraid of me?" "We shouldn't fear what we don't know. It only thwarts our growing process and inhibits us from evolving into more capable human beings."
"So are you saying I should trust you?"
"No, I'm saying you should learn me." "We were meant to be together."
"But why can't I see your face, I only need to see your face."
Come sit next to me , and Ill show you what I'm talking about.
"Place your hand next to mine, and tell me you don't feel that energy. It's so strong and warm."
I noticed a mystical light forming around his hands.
It was that moment I realized we were supposed to be.
But I wasn't sure how I should react.
2 hours ago this guy held a gun to my head and forced me to make love to him.
But I couldn't deny this feeling.
He kissed me.
Right before I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, I woke up.
A dream.
I opened my eyes to see him standing over me with a gun.
I could see his face.
It was my father.
Right before he shot me, he forced me to make love to him.
