Burning monarchy

16 - Simon

TW:
Sexual assault

"I don't want to Frida" Simon sat on his bed, picking his nails nervously. He had just gotten home from school, and Frida surprisingly, was there when he got home.

"Come on Simon" Frida was standing right next to Simons fishes, leaning against the wall.
"We're not 11 anymore" she crossed her arms and started walking towards Simon.

"We're 13 Frida"

Simons heart was beating fast. He was scared. He had never tried it before, and he had no idea how he was supposed to do it. He didn't feel ready.

Frida placed herself on top of Simons lab, running her fingers through his hair. Her chest breathed heavily up and down, and Simon noticed how her lips were glossed.

"I don't want to be in a relationship that's not mature" Frida whispered into his ear, while she ran her right hand over his chest.

Simon started breathing heavy and started doing to Frida what she was doing to him. Touching her breast and running his fingers through her hair.

It wasn't how he imagined it, his moves were stiff, and he felt a pressure he couldn't bear. She was ready. He had to be ready too.

"Come on" Frida whispered once again, and Simon nodded slowly.

Simon wanted to cry out. He wanted to stop. It hurt. It didn't feel right. He felt like he was getting punished.

He was getting punished for not enjoying this. He wanted to so bad. But he just couldn't, and he didn't understand.

He shedded a tear. But Frida didn't notice. She was too caught up.

Simon felt out of control. Like he was getting ordered to do this. Like it was something he had to do to make her happy. This was what could make her happy. This was what a mature relationship was like.

But it didn't feel mature. It felt uncomfortable, like they should be holding hands and playing board games. He wasn't supposed to be inside of her. Moving inside of her.

And that's where he started crying, he just cried and cried. Frida didn't care. She told him to go on. And so he did.

He moved, and moved and until he couldn't take it anymore. He laid down on the bed. Crying harder than he had ever done before.

He felt like a fool. Crying when he was supposed to feel pleased. He was supposed to be confident and sexy. But instead he cried like a baby.

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Frida left 5 minutes after. She told him to never call her again, or even talk to her.

And Simon, he decided to never get close to a girl again.

A/N
This is gonna make more sense at the end of the story trust me:)