I was now close to tears and didn't want to scream or shout at him because the others would hear me. So I started whispering for him to please stop doing what he was doing ... With my voice breaking in between because of the tears I was holding back and the kisses he was giving me,he never stopped kissing - he just carried on.
He finished unbuttoning my top so he went to my jeans,this time I told him to stop ... A bit louder,hit his hand off the button and I pushed him with all the might I could collect from my body. He went a bit back as I pushed him but immediately came back with force ... Leaving 'no' space between the two of us and pinning me to the wall.
He managed to unbotton it no mater how many times I hit his hand. He took hold of my shoulders then took me a few centimetres away from the wall then back to the wall... Hard and then he went to my neck kissing me and giving me a few more hickeys then whispered in my ear "don't test me!".
Dylan had changed...or maybe that was the way he was,I just was too dumb to see it earlier. It felt like we were in the closet for a life time but only 11 minutes had past ...6 minutes to go and he kept kissing my neck ... Giving me more hickeys ,the blood on my lips starting to drip onto my bra that was showing well.
White bra now stained with a few drops of blood and tears.
I was tired of it now, I just wanted him to stop ...but because of my stupidity, I kinda liked it and the pain on my lips throbbing nicely. I put my hands in his spiky hair messing the perfectly gel moulded hair. I was enjoying it yet the tears still falling from my face.
I guess I was torn in the middle.
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My Stolen **first** Kiss
Short StoryThis is about how my first kiss was stolen ... over and over. Definitely not romantic or has a Happy ending. it's a real thing that happened and it happened to me.
