I had been talking to this guy for at least a two weeks and it was finally time to meet up. Ironically, it was on Valentine's Day. We texted all day letting each other know when was the right time to meet, as in time of the day. I kept letting him know since I was the chick, obviously me being me out be late... But we were meeting up at a school by my house, so I wouldn't be too late. An hour had passed by and it was time. Time to meet. I remember sitting at the park that was in the field of the school and just being on the swing drifting my feet on the snow. Just out of boredom. Many cars parked into the school and every single time a car parked my heart raced. Finally, he came it was pretty obvious. I was too far away from him to notice, so I walked to the parking lot from the field and he drove closer with his black SUV. He seemed to look like himself, he was quite shy and irritant.. His voice was high pitched and he wasn't quite the type I was presented the first time we talked. It was as if I met a totally different person. "God damn it." I thought inside my head. I was stuck with him for hours. We talked for a while in the parking lot, deciding where we wanna go, how much time I had... Etc. I couldn't be out for too long cause of how strict my parents are, so we went to the nearest view which was the Rouge and we talked. The view was amazing. We held hands and walked for 2 minutes, and he said it was way too cold so we walked back to the car. It was a bummer for me. Because I told him on one of our conversations that I loved nature, and he said he did too. But, it seemed as if he was just trying to make a conversation. We didn't quite have much in common, and it was that moment that I realized it. Which sucked, cause I wish he had told me mostly the truth, but he was just trying to have things in common. We got into his car, and all I could remember is us just talking and him automatically just rushing towards my lips. He kissed me very aggressively without any assurance as to whether I wanted to do that or not. I was in a state of shock, not knowing what to do or how to handle that certain situation. I remember him turning on his playlist and Adele playing, as far as I could remember it was rolling in the deep. That was the most awkward situation I had ever been in. As he was making out with me, mind you my lips WERE being raped cause I kept telling him to stop and he was way more heavier then me so I couldn't push him off, he kept doing. It was as if he had no stop. Or he was just super horny. I remember him whispering in my ear "let's go in the back seat" I kept saying no, and he just went around the chair to lower it in a laying position so he can get on top of me. At this point I was frightened. Not being able to move and having a grown man on top of me having me unable to move a single inch. He kissed me vulgarly. His teeth bit my lips hard and I could feel the sharpness of his teeth cut through my skin. It was horrible, not horrible but scary. As he was on top of me he tried ripping my top of, I remember him grabbing on my chest super hard through my clothes while making out earlier and it hurt me. It felt as if I had been held captive. One thing he kept on saying was "Don't worry, I won't kidnap you." And it kinda freaked me out, cause when he said it, it didn't even sound like a joke. He was super heavy and scary looking. I couldn't do anything cause I knew he'd loose himself. That moment and second, my sister called me on my phone. My phone went off and I told him to get off. He had listened, and I answered the phone to my sister asking where I was. I told her I was with him, and she knew it from the beginning so she gave me time. I hung the phone up and told him she told me to come home (which she obviously really didn't I just really wanted to get out of there). And he said okay. He turned his car on and I told him I could walk home. He was like "Are you sure? I wanna drive you home..." Etc etc, and I was just so disgusted that I wanted to walk and not spend a single second with him ever again.
As I was walking home I thought of ways of cutting him off, he kelt messaging me while I was walking and I was too disgusted to even answer. I didn't want talk to him ever again. Thank god my sister had called me at that moment, or I would have been raped. I reached home that same night and layed in bed in disbelief. The pictures he had posted were from years ago, really old pictures from when he had graduated, he had updated pictures of his ugly ass SUV, and videos of song links. He was a catfish in a way, he didn't present himself as who he really was. On the internet he was a totally different person, and in person he was some maniac probably gonna be the next rapist.
