The next night-
I'm standing outside of Isaac's house. He opens the door pretty quickly. "Hey. Come in. Come in." For a second, I hear a voice telling me not to. But, I just ignore it and walk in. I look around and don't see any people. "I thought you said you were having friends over," I say. "Yeah, they're running a bit late." "Oh, okay." "You want me to give you a little tour?" "Sure," I say, following his lead. "...And this is my room," he says, walking in and sitting in a chair. I sit on the edge of his bed, "It's a nice place". "Yeah, I like to think so." "Your friends almost here?" I ask. "Yeah, but I really just wanted to talk to you," he says, scooting his chair, so he's right across from me. "I can't stop thinking about you," he says, touching my thighs. I stand up and give him a look. "What?" he says, standing up. "Where are your friends?" "Oh yeah, I forgot to invite them. Looks like it's just you and me," he says with a creepy smile. "Well, looks like it's just you," I say, walking towards the door, but he closes it. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," he says. "What? Isaac, let me go," I say, trying to open the door. He grabs me and pushes me on his bed. He sits on top of me. I try to get up, and he holds me down. "Isaac, stop!" "Shut up and take your clothes off." "Please, just let me go." "No! Now do what I say!" he yells. I don't say anything, so he starts taking it off. When I scream, he presses his hand against my mouth. Then, it all goes down... He finally gets off, gets dressed, and walks out of the room. I quickly get dressed, grab my purse, and leave. I can't stop crying as I drive home. I can't believe that just happened. I see myself differently now. I feel low. I don't know why, but I feel I deserved it.
