I was so shocked. I simply could not register that he was doing this. He was so FAST. He forced himself on me again, he is so strong, over six feet tall and I am five foot two and not very strong. It was all over in maybe a total of three minutes. He just walked out when he was finished and I just sat down on the toilet, trying to come to terms with what had happened. But I couldn’t. Reality slapped me hard in the face and I just wanted to stop breathing. There was no protective numbness, no compartment in my brain labeled, “Do Not Open”. The absolute terribleness of it all was now inescapable.
I have heard stories of this happening to other women, and I had always thought it would, and could, never happen to me, because I never put myself in a compromising position. But here I was. I realized that I would be asked "Why didn't you scream?" and I can only say that the first time I just couldn't believe what was happening, and I had kept thinking that I could get out of this. And I was terrified that someone would hear, I was so scared and so numb with disbelief.
Now, it had happened again, and again I hadn't screamed. All I could think of at the time was of my children upstairs and "please, God, don't let them stumble onto to this"!