The Right Kind of Love(2)

Oh, no! This can’t be happening to me. “Please, stop. I don’t deserve this.” Those were my pleading words as I felt myself rip and it was almost like I could hear it. I lay there defenseless. I’d tried everything in my power to get him to stop, but it was no use. He was taking from me, and I just lay there like a wet blanket. I’d lost the fight, and there was no one that was going to save me. I gave one last ditch effort, when I was able wiggle one of my legs free, and I raked my knee up to jam his balls.

My victory didn’t last long. I thought I’d gotten out of this situation, but instead, everything went black.





One Month Later

Sydney



One broken rib, a healed black eye, and a busted lip, I drove into Vegas. What I saw had my belly full of butterflies and a huge smile on my face. I’d finally made my way from Detroit, Michigan to the glamor and glitz of Las Vegas, Nevada. I needed a new start to my life after what I’d endured, which I tried not to think about, because I wasn’t going to let that vile bastard rule my life. Yes, I was now damaged, but I wasn’t broken. A fresh start away from the memories and those familiar things was what was needed in my life. Plus, I didn’t want to be anywhere near the bastard.

I had thrown fifty small pieces of folded up paper, each with a name of a city and state, into a hat. What I drew out of the hat was good ol’ Vegas. I couldn’t believe I actually was making the move. But a clean break and change was exactly what was needed.

I was driving down Tropicana. I had my dog, Zeus at my side, and a smile on my face. Life was definitely better. I was taking in the beautiful huge Palms Hotel. It was all lit up and inviting with signs flashing and the big Playboy sign on the side. I couldn’t wait to visit. What twenty-two-year-old wouldn’t want to live a life in Vegas? I was determined not to fall into a habit of partying and going to the casinos, because let’s face it, that would mean we clearly would have a problem, Houston. But I would at least go out and have some fun, do a little gambling, and hit some clubs. It was my goal to hit all of the buffets. My stomach rumbled at the thought.

I wanted to stop off and visit all of the hotels. However, I had to make my way to my new apartment. I was running a little late. I had emailed my new roommate to let her know I was going to be there in the afternoon, but the sun was setting as it was evening now. My belly started to rumble again, I was starving. Once I was settled, I would have to find something to eat.

Luckily, I had landed a job before I moved. Until I established my clientele, I wouldn’t be able to afford to live on my own, though. Cosmetologists could make a killing, but it was only if you were in the right place at the right time. Bangs Salon and Spa was very reputable and had a steady stream of customers from what I was told. When I’d looked up their website, and then had done the phone interview, I was more than impressed.

My living arrangements left me a little nervous. I’d gone through an apartment finder for a roommate. From the pictures, the place looked amazing, but I still didn’t know how I felt about living with a stranger. Since I was fairly outgoing, I knew she and I would have no trouble making fast friends.

As I pulled through the gates of the complex, I noticed the beautiful Spanish tiled roofs on the stucco buildings, ginormous palm trees, and a pool that looked like it belonged on its own oasis. I couldn’t wait to throw on my bikini and get some much-needed sun. It was a far cry from Detroit.

I parked my car in front of building B and got out of my black Jeep Liberty and cracked the window. I didn’t want my little guy to die from the heat. “Zeus, I’ll be right back buddy, I’m gonna go meet our new roommate.” I gave him a kiss on the nose and then shut the door. The apartment placement said small dogs were fine, but I still had trepidations about my roommate actually liking Zeus. He was such a good dog, and I couldn’t imagine going anywhere without him. I’d gotten him a few years ago after my mom had died. My step-dad worked nights so Zeus kept me company when I was home alone. And then when I had moved in with Bee, she was all about Zeus.

I grabbed my phone out of the pocket of my black skinny jeans and pulled up the information about the apartment. Yes, I was at the right place Ovation Apartments building B. Now I just needed to find apartment 215, which I assumed was on the second floor. I made my trek from the parking lot, crossing over to the sidewalk where I noticed beautiful green grass and shrubberies with flowers lining the walkways. This place was pretty damn nice. It would be my own personal paradise. I made my way up the stairs and found 215.

Time to meet my new roomie.