Disclaimer: All the characters and incidents in this article are purely fictional (really?).There is no resemblance to anyone, living or dead. (Or, may be not.)
Our story begins on a day when the girl, the heroine of our story was feeling particularly under the weather. It was one of those days when nothing felt right. That day of the winter of that year was particularly chilly and she could feel a strange numbness spreading inside her very bones, shriveling up her insides and chilling her to the core. She thought that some good ol' rum might cheer her up a bit and after the fiery liquid had trickled down her cold insides, she began to feel light-headed. And the first person on her mind was this guy who had befriended her. He was shy and took a lot of time to open up but with her, by his own admission, things had been different. She remembered how he had talked of painful experiences of his past to her, shuddering even at the recollection. He seemed vulnerable and comforting at the same time. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.
Months passed. They now met each other at regular intervals. Even though she could not deny the sparks that flew every time they met, she was more fond of the warm friendship that they shared. But one fine day the boy told her that he has been in love with her for a long time now and whether she felt the same way about him. She confessed that she did. They were happy together. Movies, dinners and long walks followed.
Every time he made love to her, he reminded her of how much he loved her, how gentle he was with her and lucky she was to have him. Until one day she felt a sharp twang of pain and saw him slip something inside her. She realized that the boy only pretended to be gentle. He was abusive, stubborn and possessive to the point of not letting her breathe without him. She realized how the bruises on her soul were piling up with each passing day. And so, she told him that this could not be and that they should part ways. She had no idea of what was about to come.
After verbally abusing her for breaking up, the guy retorted to dirtier means. He threatened to spill all the pictures they had taken of their intimate moments. He said he'll put them up on porn sites, email them to all his acquaintances unless, unless she slept with him every week. Unless he felt that he had 'punished' her adequately for springing the sudden break up on him. Unless he had 'more of that bombshell body' she 'hid' under baggy clothes. She was devastated. She could not believe her eyes. She could not believe her ears. She was scared. She was at a loss. She did not know what to do, where to go and what was really happening to her.
Finally, after weeks of psychological abuse, she realized the he was feeding off her fears. She stood up to him. And that was the end of him. And through all her struggles, one of her male friends stood by her, supported her and encouraged her. She realized that abusers didn't have genders. Abusers just were.
Note: Till this day, as I am typing away, no one knew her story. I understand it took a lot of courage for her to come out with what she had gone through. As for the disclaimer, think of the words carefully and you will know.
Our story begins on a day when the girl, the heroine of our story was feeling particularly under the weather. It was one of those days when nothing felt right. That day of the winter of that year was particularly chilly and she could feel a strange numbness spreading inside her very bones, shriveling up her insides and chilling her to the core. She thought that some good ol' rum might cheer her up a bit and after the fiery liquid had trickled down her cold insides, she began to feel light-headed. And the first person on her mind was this guy who had befriended her. He was shy and took a lot of time to open up but with her, by his own admission, things had been different. She remembered how he had talked of painful experiences of his past to her, shuddering even at the recollection. He seemed vulnerable and comforting at the same time. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.
Months passed. They now met each other at regular intervals. Even though she could not deny the sparks that flew every time they met, she was more fond of the warm friendship that they shared. But one fine day the boy told her that he has been in love with her for a long time now and whether she felt the same way about him. She confessed that she did. They were happy together. Movies, dinners and long walks followed.
Every time he made love to her, he reminded her of how much he loved her, how gentle he was with her and lucky she was to have him. Until one day she felt a sharp twang of pain and saw him slip something inside her. She realized that the boy only pretended to be gentle. He was abusive, stubborn and possessive to the point of not letting her breathe without him. She realized how the bruises on her soul were piling up with each passing day. And so, she told him that this could not be and that they should part ways. She had no idea of what was about to come.
After verbally abusing her for breaking up, the guy retorted to dirtier means. He threatened to spill all the pictures they had taken of their intimate moments. He said he'll put them up on porn sites, email them to all his acquaintances unless, unless she slept with him every week. Unless he felt that he had 'punished' her adequately for springing the sudden break up on him. Unless he had 'more of that bombshell body' she 'hid' under baggy clothes. She was devastated. She could not believe her eyes. She could not believe her ears. She was scared. She was at a loss. She did not know what to do, where to go and what was really happening to her.
Finally, after weeks of psychological abuse, she realized the he was feeding off her fears. She stood up to him. And that was the end of him. And through all her struggles, one of her male friends stood by her, supported her and encouraged her. She realized that abusers didn't have genders. Abusers just were.
Note: Till this day, as I am typing away, no one knew her story. I understand it took a lot of courage for her to come out with what she had gone through. As for the disclaimer, think of the words carefully and you will know.
1 comment:
she is a wolfgirl then - the vast indifference towards lesser mortals that plot and scheme to bring her down. their pride wounded irreparably to realize that such a being - in both spirit and the flesh of the body, though tasted briefly, can never be wholly owned.
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