It was hard to explain what I had experienced… but I will do my best to give it a try. See in the beginning I thought he was just this nice charming guy I had grown to like from messaging on Facebook. Nothing set off any alarms or red flags… well not at the time anyway. Everything was peachy keen.
We talked and talked through messenger and then I mentioned moving it a more personal note of exchanging phone numbers. He seemed hesitant about it at first to which I don’t understand why when everything was going so well over the last few days.
I mean… yeah that may be kind of fast… but we just had that connection. Or I though we did… or did we now, that I think of it. No, no… we had that connection I am most certain of it. there is no changing my mind.
We exchanged the numbers and things continued to build up. We learned a lot more of each other and family lives. He had told me that he was once married and wanted children but that wasn’t in the cards for him as his ex-wife had miscarried. The more he told me, the more trust I invested into him. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
I mentioned us talking on the phone because I wanted to hear the voice that matched the pictures, I had seen so many times on Facebook. The rugged jaw, bright green eyes, slim nose and firm chin. He looked like a man’s man. He was my man and I wanted more of him.
Time went on and I mentioned talking to him on the phone again and he sort of brushed it off with another question. Asking about my day and how my birthday had gone. To be honest, I was kind of upset that he didn’t remember my birthday as planned. It ended up being just another day without that special “happy birthday,” wish. So, I pushed the button again and asked about talking on the phone. I don’t know if it is possible to snap at someone through text message but I swore he did. He made me feel so small and reduced me to tears… I tossed the phone onto the couch and ran to my bedroom and bawled my eyes out to the point my ears were ringing. After several moments I realized that was not my ears but it was my phone. I wiped away my face and pushed up off the bed slowly.
Walking into the next room the ringing had stopped and I assumed it was my friend or one of my parents of something. Sitting down onto the couch I glanced over to my phone noticing it face down. I reached for it and flipped it over to see who the caller was and it was an unknown number, I didn’t recognize it. I sighed and looked to the floor.
Moments later the phone started ringing again with the same number, this time it surely had to be meant for me so I answered it. “Hello?” it was a deep voice on the other end that said, “Hey there baby girl.” My heart fluttered so hard I thought I was going to escape my chest. I knew it was him. It had to be. Who else could it be, I almost started crying again out of happiness. Then had to give him grief for forgetting my birthday and making me feel all alone.
A month passed by of talking on the phone and texting by another number. But I paid it no mind. I figured there was a reason for that. We discussed more of our personal lives with each other down to secrets and personal truths. Either way I was happy with current arrangement of talking but I wanted more. Leave it to me, right?
The next time I talked to him on the phone I mentioned meeting in person. He said he didn’t know if it would good idea or not. This only left me a little sour and hurt. How could it not be a good idea. The more we talked about it the more he started to come around to the idea and eventually said we would meet once he got some things on his end squared away.
This only made me more than enthusiastic. My mom on the other hand didn’t like and Dad knew nothing of it. But I tell my mom almost everything. She is one of those that is like a close friend. I tried to explain to her that everything would be okay and that it would still be months away from meeting him. Mom though was still curious about everything and had me sit down and show her him. To which I did.
She told me to humor her as she dragged one of his pictures from Facebook into google image search and it came back with nothing and I was pleased. But then she dragged another and it came up with several outcomes which left me wondering and scratching my head as it linked to an Instagram under a different name.
What the fuck, I though to myself… my world started to crumble from that little bit as I looked up to my mom… “There has to be an explanation I have his phone numbers.” She asked to see those too, and trying calling both, which I have never done because he always called me like schedule and I didn’t want to seem a bother more than I already was. Something wasn’t adding up here and I didn’t like it one bit.
Sighing I rest assured my mother that I was going to be fine and that this had to be some big misunderstanding. I texted him later that night to call me that I found some stuff that didn’t make sense.
Waiting around for what felt like forever I decided to go ahead and lay down for bed. I heard my phone chirp and looked and it was a message from him telling me not to worry that it could all be explained in the morning and to go to sleep that we would have our day and dream about that. I let out a sigh of relief knowing there had to be a reason behind everything.
Several days had passed and I hadn’t heard anything from him, I went to Facebook and his profile had been removed and all traces I had seemed to have never existed except the two numbers that didn’t receive calls and one didn’t even have a function voicemail box. I shook my head in disbelief. How could I have been so stupid, and he has all of my information. Knows everything about me. Since everything about him came down I tried to ignore it all and go on about my day.
Later that night I returned to my apartment and noticed the door was ajar. I tilted my head as I set my keys down on the stand next to the door and slowly leered my head in and spoke, “Hello?” surely, I didn’t leave the door open before leaving today.
Before I knew I was snatched in through the door and slammed back against it assuring that it was shut. I gasp with fear as I glanced up and didn’t recognize the face of the man Infront of me. He was big, and tall, disheveled hair and scruff on his face. His hands were large and calloused as he groped my body and I was as quiet as a mouse trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
“Hello Baby girl,” the words stopped me in my tracks of squirming and I just stared. He knew where I lived, he knew what I drove, my schedule for work and when I would leave a friend’s house and he just recently told me to dream of our day together and this is it. but he is a far cry from the man that I was expecting.
“Get off of me you creep, you’re not who you are supposed to be!”
He clamped a hand over my mouth and grabbed a handful of hair and dragged me to the bedroom and flung me onto the mattress. It wasn’t long before he was on top of my clawing away at my clothes and tearing at my pants. They were thin, black pants, similar to that of yoga. They tore away beneath his meaty claws so easily. The next thing I knew I could taste his tongue in my mouth while the essence of his skin filled my nostrils. It was horrible, like raw meat and sweat. The taste on my tongue even more foul as his hands freed himself from his pants.
His body weight did a proper job of keeping me pinned beneath him to the extent all I could do was squirm and wriggle my limbs while mumbling against his face for him to get off of me.
“STOP NOOOOOO” was all I could muster out as he shoved his fat prick into me and feverishly humped away. “Oh, baby girl you are just how Imagined you would be,” he grunted while he thrusted away and I stopped fighting. Seeing as it would do no better and I was sort of retreating into my own mind.
He finished nearly as quickly as he had started and then rolled over and told me I was the best fuck of his life and how much he loved me. I laid there for several moments before finding the energy and motivation to get up. Blaming myself because I had set myself up for everything I had endured. I gathered something to wear and left the apartment and phone behind and went to my nearest friend’s house in tears… she told me we had to call the authorities and tell them what had happened, I was reluctant at first but eventually caved and went forward.
So, that is why I’m telling you now. I don’t have a real name, or number or anything for him. And what I do have is at home where I left him and I doubt he still there.
