”“No, no. It's your room. I appreciate you letting me just crash here, ” he replied and left it at that.It was still blistering hot outside, and...our room was like an inferno. Unfortunately it also had no air conditioning. I quickly opened the window to try and get some air in, but it had very little effect, and if anything made it worse.“Well, I guess were fucked,” I said.“Oh, well,” he shrugged. “Still beats driving all night.”We were both pretty tired and a little buzzed, so we decided to. By the end of her story she had regained composure, no longer crying, although looking completely miserable. I comforted her as much as possible while avoiding any physical contact, keeping myself busy preparing coffee and fetching her tissues. ‘I know you don’t want me here, but please let me sleep on your couch, I won’t bother you, and I’ll move my flight up in the morning, I have no where else to go.’ I hesitated, but one look at those pleading green eyes and I melted, even smiling warmly as. When the boy asked excuse me . can i have some water too ? i passed him the bottle he said thnx thn we started chatting .. iasked him what did e do… i am a student of 1st year .. just joined college.. he said so how is the experience? well i am just new .. so not much experiences yet.. but i love the atmoshphere how are the girls ? ahhh nice piece of asses u like any ? too many to choose we both laughed he thn asked abt me .. i said … after a while we ceased chatting .. n both decided. So why can't I fight back? Why haven't I ever been able to fight back? As I strained for an answer, he pulled out a knife, a jackknife he seemed uncomfortably casual handling. I renewed my struggles as he easily flipped the knife open. Again, futility was the only outcome, and he leaned in towards me. He held the keen edge of the knife to my cheek, letting me fearfully gaze at the metal so close to me. He drew the blade lightly down my right cheek, barely stinging but leaving a wet feeling.