Nightmare of Age 14.

Get away.

     Today, we were in the car after dinner, fighting about something he had said, when he got aggravated and slapped me with a rough, hurtful, abusive hand. I held my burning cheek, trying not to cry. He can sense weakness, or whatever. I opened the door, unbuckled my seatbelt, and started to get out when he grabbed my arm with that rough, football player grip of his. He pulled me close to his face and kissed me, biting my lip.. knowing thats my weakness. He leaned away and told me to stay. 

           Only I wish I didn't. Soon we were pulling into his driveway when he asked me what time  I had to be home. Deciding we had enough time to do whatever he had planned, he came around and opened my door, letting me out and leading me to his front porch, where I stopped. 

       Travis turned around.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

       I gave a shy reply, telling him that I don't want sex, or anything sexual. Automatically, I could see the agitation growing on his face. 

   "Okay baby," He replied with an amateur poker face. "We won't do anything you don't want to do."

       I knew it was a lie, but I gave in. It's so hard to be mad at him or even to say no. We walked in, him rushing me to his room, his hands holding my hips with his face digging into my neck, him leaving hickies.

      We get in his room and he throws me on the bed and starts taking my clothes off. Me struggling and fighting to tell him no.