Alora Jones; a shy, 20-year-old who has spent all of her life struggling with her weight. It doesn't help that the main cause of that is because of her parents. Growing up with constant negativity and hurtful words being thrown at her by the two tha...
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TW: coercion
Alora
Connor and I walk into my bedroom so we can start our History project. I place my backpack on my bed to take out my notes, but Connor comes up behind me and starts to kiss my neck. He always does this. Usually, I give in to him until it gets to the point where he wants to take it further.
I'm not in the mood for this and just want to get this project started, but if I say no he'll refuse to do any work so, as always, I give in. "Just for a little bit Con, then we have to get this project started." I turn around and put my arms around his neck.
"That's all I need." He attacks my neck again with kisses and my fingers find their way to his hair gently tugging on it. He pushes me onto the bed and crawls on top of me with a hungry look in his eyes. We make out for a bit like we usually do and then, right on cue I feel his hands make their way down to the button on my pants, trying to take them off. I try to stop him but he pushes my hands away and continues what he's doing.
"Connor, stop. I'm not ready yet." I vocalize, wiggling to get out from under him. He just pushes me back down and places more of his weight on top of me.
"Alora, I think I've waited long enough. I've been patient with you because I care about you, if you cared about me you'd give me your consent." Tears prick in my eyes. I try to convince myself that he didn't just say that but he did. I finally get the strength to push him off of me, resulting in him falling on the floor.
He stands up, brushing off his pants. "What the fuck Alora!" He screams at me as his eyes grow dark The volume of his voice startles me. He's never raised his voice at me before, not even when we're fighting.
"I told you no, Connor. I didn't say "Convince me until I say yes." You know that I'm not ready yet. You know how I feel about the way I look." The tears rolled down my face as I spoke.
He looks at me with a blank stare as if he doesn't care anymore.
A few minutes of silence fall upon us before his eyes fall to the ground, making me think he's going to apologize but my theory crumbles as he speaks. A blank expression covers his face and suddenly I don't recognize the man I'm talking to anymore.
"People in relationships have sex, Alora. I have needs. If we aren't going to have sex, I think we should break up" He says, in almost a whisper.
I stand there in shock. It feels as if he just kicked me in the stomach with a steel boot. The wind is knocked out of me as those last six words leave his mouth. "I think we should break up." those words keep repeating in my mind.
