FRANCES

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TW: RAPE

Junior year had been rough. I was known to be an overachiever, I had straight As and was the top of my classes. But mentally I was a mess. I had been asked by Jacob Lassiter to the prom. We were out back together in the woods. "Maybe we should go back Jacob." "Why? It's just the two of us right now. Can't it stay that way?" "Well we could but what about our friends?" His arm was around my waist as his hand began to run up my thigh. "Don't worry about them." His hand ran up until he was touching me. "What are you doing?" "I want you Frances." "Jacob, it's not a good time." "And why not?" "Jacob please-" He threw me to the ground and started ripping my dress off. He covered my mouth when I tried to scream. He unzipped his pants and began to force himself on me. "JACOB! STOP! PLEASE!" I screamed, but his hand muffled it, as his other hand was groping me. "You sit there and take it you slut." He took away his hand and forced his kiss on me. It made me want to vomit. I couldn't breathe, and no matter how hard I tried he wouldn't let me break away from him. He was pinning me down by my wrists, and he started kissing my neck. "I've had enough of you." Finally, he was done. I pulled my dress back up, and as he walked away, all I could do was sit there and sob. I couldn't even stand, it hurt so bad. What's wrong with me?

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