18 YEAR OLD GIRL FOLLOWED HER BOYFRIEND TO THE BUSH ,WHAT HAPPENED NEXT WILL MAKE YOU CRY 😭
Episode 2✅
David, I really think we should turn back,” she said, her voice shaky.
David stopped and turned to face her, his eyes filled with something she couldn’t quite understand. Was it anger? Was it impatience?
“Why are you acting scared?” he asked, his voice smooth but firm. “You trust me, don’t you?”
Jessica hesitated. She did trust him—or at least she had always thought she did. But something about the way he was acting today felt… wrong.
“I don’t know why we have to be here. What’s so special about this place?” she asked, glancing around.
David sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “Jessica, do you know how much I love you?”
Jessica’s cheeks flushed. “I know you like me,” she stammered.
David stepped closer. “No, not just like. Love you. I want to be with you forever. But you keep doubting me.”
Jessica looked away. “I’m not doubting you, just… I don’t think we should be here.”
David reached for her hands, holding them tightly. “Jessica, don’t you see? This is our chance to prove we love each other. No one is watching. No one can disturb us.”
Jessica’s stomach twisted into a knot. Something about his words made her feel trapped. She gently pulled her hands away.
“David, I think I should go home.”
David’s expression darkened. “Why are you always running, Jessica? Are you a child? Or do you think I’m not good enough for you?”
Jessica was taken aback. “No, that’s not it.”
“Then what?” he pressed, his voice sharp now. “Do you think I’ll hurt you?”
Jessica’s silence was his answer.
David clenched his jaw. “So after everything, you don’t trust me? After all the times I was there for you? After all the things I did for you? You think I would bring you here to harm you?”
Jessica felt tears sting her eyes. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but she also didn’t feel safe.
“I just… I just want to go home,” she whispered.
David exhaled, his entire body stiffening. Then suddenly, his face softened. He forced a smile and nodded.
“Okay. Okay. I understand,” he said.
Jessica let out a breath of relief. “Thank you.”
She turned to leave, but just as she took her first step, she felt a strong hand grab her wrist.
Jessica’s heart jumped. “David—” Before she could finish, he pulled her back forcefully, making her stumble into his chest.
“I said I understand,” he murmured, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you go just like that.”
Jessica’s mind went blank. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but David’s grip was too strong.
“David, please,” she begged, struggling against his hold. But he didn’t let go.
“You think you can just walk away from me? After leading me on?” His voice was cold. Unfamiliar.
“I didn’t lead you on! Let me go!” Jessica cried, panic rising in her throat.
David didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed her backward against a tree, pinning her there.
Jessica gasped. “David, stop! You’re scaring me!”
His eyes, once warm and gentle, were now filled with something dark.
“You don’t get to decide when to leave,” he muttered.
Jessica’s pulse raced. She had never seen him like this before. She thrashed against him, trying to break free.
“David, don’t do this! Please, don’t—”
Her words were cut off as he clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Shh,” he whispered. “No one can hear you.”
Tears streamed down Jessica’s face as she realized the truth. David was not the person she thought he was.
She fought harder—kicking, pushing—but he was stronger. The struggle lasted only a few minutes, but to Jessica, it felt like an eternity. Then everything went dark.
When Jessica opened her eyes, she was lying on the ground, her body aching all over. Her clothes were in disarray. Her mind—a mess.
For a few seconds, she didn’t move. Then, as the memories of what had just happened came rushing back, she felt bile rise in her throat.
She had been violated.
Jessica let out a small, broken sob, curling into herself.
David was standing a few feet away, looking down at her with an unreadable expression. For a moment, she thought he might apologize. But instead, he simply dusted off his trousers and smirked.
“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he said casually, as if nothing had happened.
Jessica’s entire body trembled. “Why? Why did you do this?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
David scoffed. “Stop acting like a baby, Jessica. You knew this was going to happen eventually.”
Jessica’s stomach twisted. “You’re a monster,” she choked out.
David’s smirk disappeared. He squatted beside her, gripping her chin.
“Listen to me carefully,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re not going to tell anyone about this. Because if you do, no one will believe you.”
Jessica’s breath hitched.
David leaned closer. “Think about it. Who will people believe? Me—a well-mannered boy that everyone loves—or you? The girl who followed a boy into the bush?”
Trapped in silence, David left her there, lying on the cold, hard ground.
Jessica couldn’t move. She felt numb. Broken. After what felt like hours, she forced herself to stand up. Her legs were weak. Her body sore. She stumbled her way out of the bush, back toward the main road.
By the time she reached home, the sun had fully set.
Her mother, Mrs. Helen, was waiting at the doorstep, arms crossed.
“Jessica, where have you been? I’ve been calling you!”
Jessica froze. She wanted to say something—to scream, to tell her mother everything. But David’s words echoed in her mind:
“Who will believe you?”
So she swallowed the lump in her throat and lied.
“I was at Lillian’s place,” she said, forcing a smile.
Her mother sighed. “You should have called me. Go inside and freshen up.”
Jessica nodded and walked past her mother, heading straight to her room.
As soon as she locked the door, she broke down completely. She had never felt so alone in her life.
Jessica had never felt so lost in her life.
The weight of what happened in the bush crushed her spirit, suffocating her with shame and fear. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still see David’s face—his cruel smirk, his mocking words.
She wanted to scream. To tell someone. Anyone.
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