The Turn Around.

The Wound.

One weekend, I went to a lazor tag party with some old friends.

I had just been hurt by a boy I liked, so I was angry and wanted to get back at him by partying and getting with some random guy.

So I got messed up with this one guy, whose name I will omit for personal reasons.

Anyway, we started to make out and it was fine until he started trying to feel me up my shirt.

I told him no but he kept trying and saying things like "come on baby you know I'm not going to take it too far"

But it was too far. At least for me it was.

And I kept saying no no no. And I kept pushing his hands away.

But I kept kissing him.

Then I he tried one more time to put his hands down his pants and I pushed his entire body off me and yelled.

"What the hell is your problem!? I said no!"

I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm and wrenched me back toward him, threw me on the ground, pinned me down with his knees on my shoulders, took my head in his hands, and.... yeah you could probably figure it out from there.

I cried for the rest of the night.

He was so messed up he doesnt even remember what he did.

And it's sad because he and I used to be pretty close. Like best friends.

But now I cant even look at him without getting sick.