Chapter three Nov 2015 5:50am-ish
As I take refuge in his bedroom, I smell weed and other narcotics that mix not-so-well together. 3. Things to remember and notice and possibly something that could save my life.
He lays down next to me and encourages me to take off my shoes, my coat and my plaid shirt (I think I was wearing a plaid shirt, I practically always am) and then he starts to put on a tv show of my choice (OITNB).
It evolves from there quiet quickly and I notice how rigid I had become, I was certainly not cut out for this. Watching sex scenes on a bed with an older man. This was wrong and before I can say what's on my mind he has taken my phone and is touching my leg inappropriately, I keep my head focused on the TV, I ask him to get off and I push him off. The worst is about to happen...
*Skip ahead around half an hour*
I'm looking down upon myself from the ceiling, this can't be happening can it? Can it really be happening? I'm being taken advantage of, my vagina is ripped to shreds and my dignity... well that's written in the dead language.
It all stops there. That's as much as I can write on that... but that's where my story begins. Not, where it ends.
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Falling towards the universe
Teen FictionThis contains some discussion topics some views may find offensive *READ AT YOUR OWN WILL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED* Over the past few years many things have happened, hospitalisation, rape, dating games and even car crashes. But one thing Bianca did no...
