Into your veins

Unknown

For he was completely unknown to me. Until he took me away from my camp in the dark and pushed me against a rock with his body scarily close to mine. His lips were thin and his breath, god it was more harsh vodka. His kisses I never wanted. The only thing I wanted was for the world to stop. Not to savour the moment, but to slip out from under his body and run. But time didn't stop, it slowed. It let the moment sink into my skin and burn into my memory.
His hands roaming around my body wherever he so pleased. But what was I do to? He was stronger, he was on top of me and I was to busy thinking of how to escape. But even if I ran at that moment, it wouldn't erase the memory, it wouldn't take away the bruise the rock left on my back. It wouldn't take away the disgusting feel of his lips still pressed on mine. It wouldn't take away the taste he left in my mouth. It wouldn't take away anything. It wouldn't hurt less.
His kisses by now where travelling down my neck as his hands pinned mine to the rock. He was not drunk. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Exactly.
He played with my hair. He whispered how me wanted me alone. In his tent. All night. And I cringed at the thought. I didn't know this boy. I didn't have a Dad who could hurt this boy for everything he done to me. For every tear I cried over this memory. For every time I feared him coming back.
To finally.
Get me alone.
Alllll.
Night.

And the scariest thing is.
He can come back.
Whenever he wants.
For in the eyes of the law.
He is just a child.
A little 14 year old boy.
How made me so afraid of the world.
So afraid of the dark.
So afraid of being alone.