Passed Memories.

Nightmare

It's been a week since the store. But it's getting out of hand. I can't move without him all over me , and we go to chess club again today. I was really excited but nervous it would happen again.I wanted to wait , I didn't want to force anything. The teacher didn't show up, he had football practice. It was just me and dalton. I was nervous the whole time and he could tell. "What's wrong olivia?" He said as he slides his arms around me. "I..it's nothing" I shuttered alittle bit. "Are you sure? I nod. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair .

I gasp as he pins me to the corner of the classroom. He pulls me into a deep kiss. He puts his hands into my back pockets . I wrap my arms around his neck and rub my fingers through his hair. Without noticing he had his hands between my thighs and I let out a small noise and then push away. "I told you I'm not ready for that" I say as I grab my bag. He grabbed my wrist and made me face him and kissed me softly "I'm sorry" he says as he takes my hand and we walk to the store. As we walk he pulls something out of his pocket. It was a blunt. He offered me to smoke, I denied at first but he told me it helps with depression and shit. I smoke it with him, everything seemed hazy. Next thing I knew he was leading me to the woods. He slammed me against the tree. I let out a little cry from the pain. He kept trying to get in my pants and I kept pushing his hands away, But he was too strong. My eyes started to tear up because I don't like being forced to do things I didn't want to do. I used all my force and pushed him away and he got really mad and he forced hiself back on me I try to fight back but instead he hits me. He told me it was us being kinky, but this was not. My eyes tear up and I push one more time and gave up.

I walk home and sit in my room crying pulling my knees to my chest. I loved him so much , but why was he acting like this. Was it my fault ? Am I the problem? I was afraid of him of what he has become. I gotten myself too deep. All I could think about was death. I imagined the razor across my legs and the blood shed. And what would have happened if I would have said no.

Weeks passed and he started acting more hostile towards me. He would ignore me on purpose, and he would make me sit on his lap. He would make me stay at his side and tell me to shut the fuck up. I was growing back depressed. I was diagnosed with it in 7th grade when I tried to commit suicide. It was coming back but it's my fault for falling in love.

At lunch we sat with our group of friends and he went to go to the restroom. He leaves his phone with me. I wasn't allowed access to it but he was allowed access to mine. It buzzed and I looked at who it was from. I dropped my fork as the screen lit up because of a text from 'Mariana' he came back and sat down, I pretend like I didn't know and continued eating. A storm was coming and it wasn't going to be pretty.