I went back to school today. The two girls that sit behind me in biology kept saying how terrible it must have been to lose my virginity like that. He wasn't at school today, thank God. I don't know what I would've done if he was.
His sister was, though, and she kept darting nervous glances at me, like she thought I would hurt her or something. But it's not her fault what her brother did to me.
I should've resisted more. My legs have always been strong; I could've kicked him off if I fought harder. It's not her fault. It's my fault, and it's his fault, and it's those goddamn stockings.
We were gonna do it that night, I told him I wanted to, but I wasn't ready. I told him I wasn't ready. He got mad. I bet it would've hurt less if he weren't cursing my name in between thrusts.
But he was.
a/n: eek.
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
