Like a hunger. She told me she was heading to church. Taking a chance, I hid in the back seat and waited for her to go in. She must have sat in the ch...rch parking lot for ten minutes. I snuck around outside until I found a window that looked in on where she was. The pastor’s office. She was sitting and talking to him. Probably about the divorce, I thought. Then they both stood and he walked around his desk. He made her bend over. Her elbows on the hard wood desk. When he lifted her dress there. I could feel my heart pounding and my hand was sweaty on the poll. He rubbed on my ass again over my panties and then he moved it down to my bare leg again and then back up, but through the leg hole! He was rubbin' on my bare ass! It felt so good and I go so tingly!"We got to my stop and he took his hand away. I turned around and looked at him as I was gettin' off the bus out the back door. For the first time I saw him lookin' back at me. He smiled at me. He had a kind smile. Just like I. On a typical morning after I had spent a few hours searching for jobs and sending off resumes I decided to call it quits a little early and plopped down on the couch in my typical lounging attire of shorts and a t-shirt. I was scrolling through the options on my streaming service when my mom plopped down next to me on the couch and snuggled up against me."Oh fun! What are we going to watch?!" I'm not really sure what I'm in the mood for right now, I've been watching a few things but I'm kind of. Sometimes I was dead by his hand, sometimes it was unknown. He could never save me. The worst ones were where his attacker killed me, showing up in the most unlikely places; the school, my bedroom, the Priory hill, the coppiced trees in the paddock. I worried about him. But I made good on my promise to myself. I swallowed every horror, absorbed all the crap that his brain threw at us, and managed to keep going, to keep being there for him, and while I worried, I loved him more. I wanted him to.