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IV: GAVIN'S SECRET (PART ONE)

WARNING: contains sexually graphic material.

Author's note: I've debated how graphic the r*pe scenes would be and I've decided that it would be very graphic due to the fact that I've read stories in Wattpad that had really disturbing smut scenes. Please for the love of humanity, stop romanticizing abuse.

I've made this graphic to hopefully, make others realize how relationship smut should NOT transpire. it should not be forced and it needs consent.

and i'm really emphasizing the trigger for this one. writing this made me feel sick bc it felt so wrong but it had to be done.

G A V I N ' S     S E C R E T  ( P A R T   O N E)

Gavin was shaking. That was the first thing I noticed when I met up with him that Friday afternoon. It had been three weeks since school started for the year 2016 and Gavin and I went back to our thrice a week meet ups by the apple tree.

I took small slow steps. "G-Gavin, are you ok – "

"Tell me something about yourself," he said quickly, knees bouncing and hands twisting together in between them.

My brows furrowed as I sat down. "What?"

"Tell me something about yourself," he said and he sounded breathless, "Anything. A new thing you haven't told me before."

"I – "

"Or anyone actually," he said, "In fact, tell me something you've never told anyone before."

I put a hand on his knee. "Is something wrong, Gavin?"

He closed his eyes and his face scrunched up in despair. "Ingrid, please, just tell me something," he said desperately, "Anything, please."

"O-okay," I said, letting go off his knee and balling up my hand with the other on my lap, "I'm scared of...frogs."

His breathing started to calm down.

"The Princess and the frog story sounded more like a horror story for me than a fairytale," I said, "It's all because a frog decided to join me in the bathtub when I was six and I'm not usually judgmental person but that frog was the ugliest and grossest thing I've ever laid my eyes on and it caused me a lifetime of trauma."

"I'm scared of heights," Gavin said and I smiled when his tone sounded less destructive, "I think it's a common phobia."

"It is," I said.

We both grew quiet but this time the air seemed tensed. I could feel Gavin detach himself from the world and curl into his own thoughts and god knows what he was thinking about. I figured it was time for him to let those thoughts out.

"Okay," I said, turning to him, "Wanna hear something I've never told anyone before?"

That got his attention and when his honey eyes settled on me, I knew he was back in the world with me. "I'd like that."

"When Maki and I got into high school, on the first day she asked me what my first kiss story was," I said, "I told her I was thirteen, it was summer and I was at a carnival in Nevada when I met a boy named Greg. Greg was blonde and he had green eyes and the cutest smile and we kissed on the Ferris wheel and after that night, I never saw him again."

He was looking at me curiously and I felt heat filling up my cheeks at how embarrassing my confession was going to be.

"I was lying," I said.