Its 3 oclock in the morning ...

not a soul in sight ... oh how true those words are. I have alway found this time of night to be the loneliest of all times to get off of work. Noone on the road, noone greeting you at the door. Every one is asleep and its feeling like a ghost town. Tonight i walked through my front door and received a text, goodnight my sweets... dream of me ...
Yes from the professor. Was it coincedence that he woke up or did he set an alarm and plan it. Either way it brought a smile to my face. It was a beautiful thing after a nasty night.
P has a way of hurting me even when i have thought he no longer had the power to.
I was hurt for hours, unanable to accept that he would be so cruel as to compare me to my rapist. Have I spoken of this monster before? My roach? Raped a knife point, beaten several times over several months. I dont think of it often, I have moved on from the thoughts of him. Apparently I cant completely move away from the pain. Just the mention of him brings a shiver down my spine, a tear to my eye. And P had the nerve to compare me to him? I was left in shock! This was the cruelest thing that has happen to date.
The captain eased my mind, the professor eased my heart. Time to say goodnight and hope for a brighter tomorrow.