Free Candi by Jenna Spencer Page A

I had to stop him. I tried, but he is too strong for me. I’m all torn up down there. I tried to stop him, but he forced himself on top of me. I begged him to stop. I told him that I would give him a blow job instead. He didn’t even listen to me.
    He held me down and forced his dick inside of me. I started bleeding again. It hurt so bad. He wouldn’t stop. The louder I screamed the harder he pumped it in me.
    Dylan broke down the door and pulled Bob off me. Dylan slugged Bob right in the face. He rolled onto the floor holding his bloody nose.
    I was crying so hard that I couldn ‘t even speak. Dylan picked me up and carried me to his car.
    As we drove away, I saw Bob standing there at the door smiling at us. He flipped us off as he slammed the door.
    I didn ’t know what to do. I told Dylan to just take me home.
     
     
    My mom was still at work when we got there. Dylan carried me up to my room and put me in bed. He had a blanket wrapped around me from his bed. He opened the blanket. There was so much blood. He tried to clean me up but it just kept coming out. I told him that it was okay… that I would be okay.
    I just wanted him to lay with me. He softly stroked my hair and kept reassuring me and himself that it was gonna be okay. He looked down at me and got a worried look on his face. He told me that he was so sorry and he started to cry.
    I feel bad for Dylan. This wasn ’t his fault. He tried to help me. He helped me get rid of the baby and he got Bob to stop. He really did help me out. He was my friend. I hate to see him sad and worried.
    Dylan looked at me with fear in his eyes, and said, “I need to call someone.”
    “ There’s no one to call.”
    “ I can call your mom.”
    “No. She’ll just freak out. I’ll be okay. The bleeding will stop.”
    He looked down again and rubbed his head. He wouldn’t listen to me. He rushed out to try and find a number to call my mom. I don’t want him to call my mom.
    I am so tired. I just need to rest. I know I’ll feel better after I sleep for a while. I feel so tired. I’m so weak. I just need to sleep………… everything will be okay tomorrow.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    ( That was the last entry that Candace made in her private journal. It was found next to her body when her mom arrived home.)
     
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