Sarah rolled over and looked at the clock again. Now it said 4:16 am. Oh well, I might as well get up, she thought. She hadn't really slept but there was no point in trying now.
She got up and got dressed. She brushed her hair and braided it, twisting the braid into a bun. She put on a little eye liner and blush and went downstairs.
I can't believe he's not back. There aren't even any bars around here that are open this late.
As she walked into the kitchen and turned on the light, the back door opened. Peter fell in.
"Oh, my god. Are you OK?" She went over to help him up.
She got him on his feet and into the kitchen. That's when his expression changed. It went from blank to cruel as if he had just remembered his threat from the evening before.
"Bitch," he said and grabbed the front of her blouse. He pushed her back against the sink and pushed a knee between her legs. Grabbing her shirt with both hands, he ripped it open, sending the button's flying.
"Don't do this!" she cried.
Grabbing her arms he forced her to the floor and held her down by straddling her hips. He sat up and slapped her, sending her glasses flying. She cried out.
"Like that?" Peter mocked and backhanded her on her other cheek. She started to scream but he hit her again. She covered her face with her hands.
"Shut up!" Peter moved down and tried pulling up her skirt.
"Stop!" she screamed, trying to squirm away. She took a deep, choking breath. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" she screamed as loud as she could until Peter's hand came down on her mouth, silencing her.
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