Pocahontas remembers that dreadful day, a month after her and Eric said goodbye. She was weak and vulnerable she felt like her heart was ripped out in two..The memory of that day...was coming back..
Pocahontas was in the cornfield picking corn as usual, stopping when she heard noises. She looked up fast, seeing a man there with brown hair staring at her. She got up quickly, grabbing the corn she picked. Pocahontas walked off, starting to run when the man started to follow. Dropping the corn she went to run faster, falling when the man tackled her. She started to fight him off but, she couldn't. WHY COULDN'T SHE!!!?
"Because..You deserve false love...Not real love...He said goodbye to you Pocahontas..He wanted you GONE!" The voice sounded harsh and cruel enough to make Pocahontas stop struggling. Her eyes were wide, tears were falling down. Only to start struggling when the stranger started to pull on her dress, "NO!" She screamed kicking him in the groin, only to be slapped by him shortly after..She layed there she didn't know what to do, feeling his hands again she kicked him in the gut, running off. She couldn't let him touch her! Pocahontas ran fast, hoping to get away from him.. Pocahontas turned to see he was gone, breathing hard she sighed. "I'm not gone sweetie.." a voice said behind her. She turned around only to be bitch slapped back to the ground. The man jumped on top of her, fighting her as she fought him. She wasn't going to let him, letting a thought come to her mind, HER WEAPON! Pocahontas went to grab her weapon underneath her dress, only to find out the man had it. He held it up to her throat. She shivered, he was going to kill her?
"That's right, he is going to kill YOU! You deserve it..After all, you lost the only person you ever wanted..Because of YOU! He left you, you ugly piece of NOTHING!" The words shut Pocahontas down, enough time to let the man rip off her dress and penetrate her. When she realized she screamed louder and louder and LOUDER! She couldn't get him off, after the man was done and walked away from her. Pocahontas sat there curling up finding a way to put her dress back on and made the torn part of her dress appear on her back...Sitting there in disgust..wanting to vanish right there..
She was sick... Disgusting...revolting.. She felt dirty..
The End..
