The Best Five Months of My Life

I was fearless. I woke up alone, on his couch. Downtown Chicago. State Street. He wasn’t there. In only my pajamas and with no key to get back in, I left the condo building. Solo. 2am. Quiet. Two blocks down  and one over, I found him in his bar with his drug dealer. Pissed. He bought me apps and drinks. They raped me. Not that night. But, another, weeks later. I don’t remember much, but enough…