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Octavian was thinking of nothing besides what her body would feel in contact with his. Once he touched her cheeks, the little resistance she had would disappear. After the few kisses spread on her neck she would give up; and then it was up to him. Observing how simple was her beauty he lingered his eyes cautiously across her nose, then her eyebrows.

By the age of 13 Helen was told stories of defenseless girls walking by themselves in the middle of the night. She was told about how massive a single man could be when compared to her, and how defenseless someone small like her would be if not careful. By the age of 19 she met a colleague in College who was jogging peacefully and a complete stranger made her believe there was an accident and people needed help. She was brought into a lonely alley and horribly forced to do sexual performances against her will... While the guy wasn't arrested the girl would miss months of school and her story, spread throughout the whole city.

Most of assaults involved drunken man in night clubs. Cases like that were more common than Helen wished they were, and it was an horrible legacy, unfortunately, from the archaic male world they still lived in. Now, noticing the way Octavian looked at her she felt the necessity to run.

The little Canadian flag with the shape of a heart, necklace she had bought in a visit to Capilano Suspension Bridge, rested peacefully against her chest. Playful, Octavian took it between his fingers; playful, he caressed its surface and made an attempt to move his nose closer...

Helen breathed in deeply, moving his hand to the side, "I think we should make a coffee... and..."

"A coffee?" Octavian laughed deliciously. He wouldn't notice the red vein bulging on her forehead, and continued to provoke, getting the necklace between his fingers again... "this is so pretty..."

Helen took Octavian's hands off her in disgust. "Do not touch it."

"What is the matter?!" He asked.

I will go home NOW, Helen wanted to answer, but as she made to leave her mind said otherwise and she lost sense of altitude altogether, feeling the couch under her thighs again she fell, disorientated. "I want to go home," she said more to herself than to him.

Helen was a timid blossom who would bloom so soon, and Octavian knew he would have a good time with her. No wonder she could make him laugh, was surely a disastrous little woman who had a disastrous relationship and fortunately would follow him to the bed and forget about it. As soon as possible.

"Come here, bae, let me help you," he said lifting her up with one arm while attempting the other to go up her face and bring her closer...

"I said I want to go home!" Helen took whatever piece of neighbour that was touching her and threw away. She was up now, steady like a vertical pencil and when she walked her vision swung to and fro. In her head echoed the song that was playing at her birthday party last year. Her own throat felt more dry than the look on Logan's mother face when people started singing in Spanish and happy birthday flipped itself out to feliz cumpleaños. She raised both hands pressing both her ears and tried to push the song away, she needed to focus on getting away from Octavian.

His stare had changed gradually as he detected what was going on. No other women has ever left before sunrise, what has he done wrong this time? He needed to do something to convince Helen to stay.

"Hey, bae, why don't you crash here? You shouldn't stay by yourself tonight."

"I don't want to stay with you."

"Why not?" He was so confused... and Helen looked as if she was going to explode at any moment.

"You don't get it!" She finally yelled.

Octavian lost his tempers. "No, you don't get it!" The tone of his voice matched with the size of his chest, big and potent like a lion's. "I have been doing this for years! I want you..."

He could see her struggling to keep balance, so closing his fists around hers he pulled as though dealing with a big sack of potatoes. Her face hit his chest, she screamed inside his clothes and pushed him with force. The blood was pounding, veins sending sweat to her body. In front of her was Mr. Neighbor, not moving, his eyes emanating desire — her eyes emanating alcohol.

From the beginning she knew this would come from and waited for it, perhaps wanted it! Also, with four walls all around her she felt cornered and trapped, with nowhere to go.

"I- I left my dog without food." She said breathlessly.

"What a lie..." A smile crawled slowly to his face. "Dogs are not allowed in this condo, as you might know. There's only one dog here."

She didn't like this smile. It was higher on one side than the other, which gave him the air of joking. But also something in the back of her mind with the same voice of Logan's was laughing evilly at her dumbness.

What now?

"I- I..."

"Are you afraid of me, Helen?" He was already stepping forward again, slithering his hands toward her body, searching for the seam of her dress. His touch felt as though his fingers had acid on them. Helen's insides twisted and smacked like a lemon. There was nothing that could come out of her mouth to stop him. In fact, a simple "no" would only turn his actions into crimes. And she felt emptier, as if everything she has ever eaten had been sacked and stolen.

His words revolted her. His person revolted her. "Come here, bae, we can do so well together..."

Her eyes suddenly matched with his; a light had bombed in her head with so much intensity she suddenly had control over her own steps.

"I am LESBIAN!"

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