Stolen Innocence

I tried my best to not let him wake up. My sore arms and leg were caught under his rugged heavy body. I slowly pulled my leg from under him, making the largest effort to not wake him. I got my leg out and proceeded to move my arms slowly and quietly from under him. I lay in bed, staring up at the blue ceiling. Marcy had a thing for the color blue, her furniture, her walls, her car, and even most of her clothes were blue. I didn’t know whether to get up quickly and run towards the door or leave as quietly as possible but I delegated back and forth in my head, and slowly slid off of the bed. Surprisingly enough, Kevin was in a deep drunken sleep. I sat on the floor, searched for my clothes, found my jeans and put them on. As I was putting on my Levi’s, I noticed how badly my bruises were. It had only been a few hours and they were already turning purple. I looked at my chest, and the color of my skin went from a tanned brown to a completely red and purple tone. I put on the shirt tha...