All Chapters of I WAS RAPED: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

♨️ Olivia ♨️ " Pervert " I muttered and he chuckled.." I'm a pervert only for you babes " he replied smiling at me still holding me firmly." Let's go inside or should I carry you?" He asked and I shook my head" You can't carry me Ethan, how do you intend on doing that with this belly?" I asked pointing at my stomach" Watch me do it " he picked me up and began walking upstairs while my smile widened..I wish I can bury my face in the crook of his neck but unfortunately, this pregnancy is preventing me.." Where's your room ?" He asked and I pointed at the room by the left.How much I miss the scent of my room, is this how it felt to be married? Everything was as I left them though the room was renovated with my portrait on the wall..Wow! I'm sure Dad did this.I ran to it immediately Ethan dropped me.Why was it as I left he has to make a portrait of me in my room? It looks beautiful and charming.

♠️ Ethan ♠️" Uhhm your wife, she is fine but she is having Postpartum Hemorrhage which will make her bleed within today or for weeks and she will be fine with the drugs I will prescribe for her "  Ah! I sighed in relief, he almost gave me a  heart attack .." She will be fine right?" I asked again smilling widely..I can't believe I am now a father of two, the baby girl I longed for came in and twos. Isn't God great? " Yes sir she will be fine, all she needs now is your care and love. Don't leave her to take care of the babies alone, she needs utmost care. Let her rest for at least 5hours each day " he explained and I nodded " Can I see her now?" " Yes sir but she's fast asleep due to the scream, she's very weak. Your wife is a strong woman, she delivered soundly  without going into surgery. " " The nurses were cleaning up your babies before I left, I guess they will be through by now. Con

So, Olivia decided she wants to be a help and listening ear to young girls and boys who are to the age of dating. So, she began to let people tell her their stories. I first met Jack *at a BBQ dinner during my college’s Freshman Orientation.He was cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. He seemed like such a fun guy. He was also a Christian—the perfect package.Within a month we were dating. I was flattered that Jack wanted to pursue me and excited about the way he showered me with affection.He would send me flowers. He’d also buy me cards and write Scripture mixed with professions of his love for me.I wanted to believe he was really sincere. So I blinded myself to how he was slowly changing.When we first started dating he loved everything about me—the way I dressed, my laugh, my relationship with God, the way I interacted with my girlfriends. But it wasn’t long before he started to pick on small things.One day he decided he didn’t like my roommate.

That night I couldn’t go to sleep. As I thought about what Mark had said, I let my pain and anger surface. Tears finally came, followed by sleep.For the next few weeks, I went through 8 to 12 hours of therapy a day—sometimes in group sessions, sometimes individually.It was really hard—hard to face my fears, hard to let all my emotions out. But through the process God brought a lot of healing...[ The Necessity of Forgiveness ].When I came home from the clinic, memories of the rape haunted me day and night.Feelings of being trapped would grip me when I’d least expect it.It took me a while to realize that if I wanted to move on in the healing process, I would have to forgive Jack.If I didn’t let go of my bitterness, it would destroy me. So I chose to forgive, but I soon learned it would be an ongoing process.One night I needed to use a restroom at a grocery store. It was in a very obscure pl

I awoke the next day, my head spun even more then ever and there was a little bit of dried blood that stained my face from the hits I recieved from James previously. 'Good morning,' He smiled down at me, I looked across, he was sitting in bed next to me. I remained silent, what was I to say? Today was the day he would take away all of my dignity. He rasied his hand to my face, I cringed and backed away from his hand. 'Relax, I'm not going to hurt you,' he said and placed his cold hand on my sore face. 'Don't, it hurts,' I sobbed. 'I'm sorry, I don't like to hit women, but sometimes I get a little ..angry.' James sighed. 'I've noticed,' I replied. He then got out of bed and grabbed a black blindfold and sat next to me again. He stretched the elastic at the back and put the blindfold over my eyes. 'What the hell!' I said and pushed hi