The first chapter

3 0 0

by AMWolfgang

by AMWolfgang

Life'd been good. I am getting ready to go hang out with my friend and his friend. My grades are good, I'm a senior, and I got accepted into the college of my choice!

As a teen girl and future of today's America I feel as if I should be focused on more than my education. Too many people lose touch of what life is and how you are s'posed to live it. I mean its America for a reason.

As I walked into my friends house I noticed another guy. He is gorgeous. I've always had a thing for Asian guys but never thought anyone could be this beautiful. So it became really awkward for me. I was afraid he could pick up on my love of their features and skin tones. Little did I know he could pick up on it in some way.

My friend, James, his friend, Steven, and I, Trinity, were laughing and talking for at least an hour when James had to go. He checked his phone and jumped up.

"Hey Trinity I have to go. I'll be back I just have to go pick up my mom. Is it okay if I leave Steven here?" James asked.

"Yeah, I guess... It is your house." I smile.

"Um.. okay well I'm leaving. I'll be back" he bolts out of the door.

I noticed that Steven started getting closer to me, really close. Before I could say anything I'd been pinned down and forced to have sex with him.

I'm a virgin how does one deal with being raped? The thing is I knew something was wrong, with him. Nothing crazy like anorexia but behind the nice face he showed when I met him I saw lonely eyes.

I mentally could not put together what had just happened.

"Alright well I'm going to go" he says putting on his clothes and walking out. But before he could get to the door I'd blocked it. I wanted to know what was going on.

"What did you just do to me?"

"I just had sex with you." he made a "duh" face as if everything he'd just done was okay. But it wasn't.

"What is wrong with you?" I ask in the most caring tone you can use toward a person who has raped you.

"Nothing. I just felt like having sex" he shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't believe that. Most people who rape people I believe have some sort of mental issue. What is wrong?"

"I'm not here for a psychologist." he tries to move me. But luckily I have a few extra pounds on me and work out.

"Okay, I'll move, if you tell me what is up with you, mentally." by this time I've convinced myself that I've gone crazy. Why am I even talking to him? Why didn't I just let him leave?