He shoved me against the wall. The wall was cold and rough against my face. His arm pressed across my shoulder blades. He pressed himself against me. "I'll be quick baby." He whispered in my ear, his voice was raspy.
"Please don't. I don't want to." He lifted my dress and pulled down my panties. "Stop!" I started to cry. He unbuttoned his pants.
"I'll be quick. You know you want it baby." Then he slammed into me, making me hit into the wall.
"Stop! I don't want you!" I said balling my eyes out.
He wouldn't listen. He just slammed into me again and again until he was finished.
I left right after, going straight to the hospital. I hurt every where. I had scratches on my face and a bruise, from what I saw when I walked past a window.
They examined me and took pictures of all the bruises. I had them on my arms and across my back where he had his arm pressed against my shoulder blades. They took tests and samples. They poked me with needles and swabbed so many things.
Every time I closed my eyes I saw him.
Every time I got touched I jumped.
The hospital called the cops and I had to talk to them. "You did the right thing here, Mercy." They said then gave me there card and left.
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Teen FictionI don't know what you all are going to feel about this but it's here I guess...also I really don't know how to do descriptions about the books I write.
