So, after my so called "best friend" broke up, I got to be a whore.. A very big whore at that.
I went to all the party's, got drunk, and messed around. One night, it got out of hand.
The cops showed up and everyone freaked.
I wasn't there to notice anyway.. I was being molested by a very drunk stranger.
I kept screaming for help, but he just covered my mouth, and continued on.
It had been what I think was an hour, before he finally finished. It wasn't rape, I don't think.. But he had touched me an awful lot.
This wasn't the first time that this has happened.
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I was sitting up in my grandparents guest room, talking to my cousin. He was 18. Me? I was 7 at the time.
We were just talking about what we were going to do for the day.. He started asking me questions about myself. What it was like to be a girl.
After a long while of my cousin asking me questions about my privates, I fell asleep.
I woke up to a slight pain, if you will, in that area. My cousin had me half naked laying on the bed, playing with me. I didn't want him to know I was awake. I didn't want him to hurt me.
After 30 minutes or so, he had touched almost everywhere on my body, "woken" me up and was now starting to take off his pants. I screamed and ran downstairs. That's the last time I saw him.. I never want to see him again.. And yet, I will see him again. The sad parts, isn't that Finn that those are the only parts that you know about me? How lovely. The parts that I've never told anyone before.
