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Ironically, I was not the only one that had ghosts plaguing my past. Cathy, unfortunately, had just as many, if not more, tribulations in her life than I had endured. I remember the conversation, the nauseating repulsion that built up inside me after that horrifying night two weeks into our moonlight talks.
“So, what is your darkest secret?” I asked as I squished an ant on the aggregate sidewalk. The dark sidewalk You just said sidewalk twice too close together, you lose flow. was dimly illuminated by a streetlamp. That’s it? No more stuff about the surroundings to report? I held the phone tightly against my ear, hanging onto her every word. I didn’t care about the time, I knew it was well passt four, but sleep was no longer of significant consequence [s]anymore[/s]. All sleep brought were nightmares.
Cathy gave a little laugh, a nervous one that showed her excitement about the question.
“Why should I tell you?” She mocked my inquiry.
“Cause you know all my dark secrets,” I brushed my hair back with a grin. Oh how I loved that seductively confident voice.
Silence.
“You don’t want to know,” Cathy responded finally, all trace of her humor gone.
I stopped pacing, my mind frozen with terror. Had I hurt her? Had I offended her? Terrified, I sat down on the concrete, the gentle summer wind blowing against my perplexed face.
“Tell me.”
“Last year,” she paused, “I was abused.” First she was all hesitant, but then she gave in wayyy too easy… not realistic… I remained silent, pleading her for to continue in the most needy way.
“I was at a movie with some of my friends,” she continued, “I went out to use the bathroom during the movie.” Now she really held back. I could visualize the crystalline tears rolling down her cheeks.
“There were two guys that followed me,” Cathy sputtered, “they grabbed my arms and dragged me into the boys bathroom.”
Fifteen miles away, I balled my hands into fists. Something feral and carnal cried for revenge inside my bloodlust heart. I shivered unconsciously, barely able to control my voice.
“What happened?” I asked.
“One held my arms back,” Cathy chocked back a sob, “the other ripped off my pants.”
I shall not go into the rest of the details, for there is no need to in this account. I am sure by now, you have figured out exactly what happened.
I had heard enough. I howled as a banged my hands against the concrete.
“I’ll kill them,” I swore, “kill them both.” I languished in uncontrollable rage. My best friend had been sexually abused and she had never told anyone. I bit through my lip, anguished tears streaming down my reddened face as she wept on the other line. Men like them gave guys a horrible reputation. Damn them all to hell.
“No don’t kill them,” she pleaded with me, crying more than they deserved, “it was horrible at the time, and it still is, but it opened my eyes.”
“What do you mean?” I shouted.
“I never knew what it felt like,” she confessed slowly, obviously trying to sooth my anger, “I never knew how good it felt. Over the past year it’s been the best feeling I have ever experienced in my life. Tyler, I crave it. I can’t help it. It’s been a different guy every week. They know I am easy, that I will do whatever they want.”
We talked about her addiction till the sun burst from the overcast clouds. Cathy’s lust for sexual attention had grown to ridiculous proportions over the months since her first incident. Luckily, Cathy confessed that she had resisted the urge since her and I began talking. Like Joe, I wanted to care for this girl, and I made her swear to me that she would break that repulsive habit. Cathy swore on it; she swore she loved me more than anything imaginable. I, being young and naïve, believed her promises of love and returned them with just as much compassion.
I needed her more than you can possibly imagine. She was the only friend I had outside of Andrew and Joe. Only the three of them understood what was going on in my chaotic life and one simply turned a blind eye from my perpetual suffering, one added to it, but Cathy ran the hellish gauntlet beside me step-by-step, inch by inch.
After that night, our relationship drastically changed. Whatever shackles our once private thoughts had been tossed aside without a care. What? We only needed one thing – the other – and nothing in the world was going to come in between our love for one another. It was beautifully consuming. How so? Describe it more if you actually expect the reader to believe it. The pain Joe caused me was dulled whenever I heard her reassuring voice confirming our love would get us through whatever the world could possibly throw at our feet. Whenever she felt her late night urges she would call me and I would sooth her with my husky voice she so enjoyed. I am proud to say in the five months that followed, she never once slept with another man nor compromised her body in anyway. [/spoiler]
Hmm, I don't think I liked this particular part as much as the previous ones... I get that it's a letter, but still things are going too fast. It didn't feel like the emotions you described actually jumped off the page... it lacked realism, somehow... for starters, Cathy shared her deepest, darkest secrets way to easily, and over the phone? Didn't seem all too realistic - but that's just me.
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