When we enter the apartment he pulls me to his bedroom.
"Get undressed." He says pulling over a chair from the desk in the corner of the room.
He sits down, and watches me as I strip.
"Now lay on the bed." He says with a smirk.
I stumble over my feet moving to the bed. Once I sit down he barks out, "Lay down!"
I lay down, and stare at the ceiling. Praying someone would hear him yelling, and realize something is wrong. Next thing I know he's on top of me. I feel him enter me, and I start to cry. I don't remember much. I didn't want to think about what was happening. I'd heard stories about this happening to other girls, but never thought it'd happen to me.
"Please stop." I whimper.
At this point it was starting to hurt.
"Shut up!" He snaps.
He smacks me across the face, and I immediately grab my face. He gets up and walks towards his closet, grabbing a t-shirt.
"Put this on." He says as he heads towards the bathroom connected to his room.
I say nothing, and put on the shirt. My cheek hurts, and I can feel that it's going to bruise. When he comes out he grabs me in his arms, and forces me to lay down with him. After about twenty minutes I feel his grip loosen. He had fallen asleep. I tried to pry his arms off from around me, but he was too strong. I was stuck.
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Romance"I love you. I'll see you later, okay?" He says kissing my head. Little did I know this would be the last time I'd see Tyler.
