Why??? What the hell did I do to her?? Why did it have to be like this?
4 hours earlier
I walk across a street in Bron-x New York. I go to a rather close supermarket near me, I look twice at the shopping list my mother had gave me. The list read: milk,eggs,bacon,salt, rice, pancake mix. As I go for the pancake mix, its near the back so I head towards it. I thought I found it, but I accidentally picked flour up. I go again, but this time I see a woman, she has blonde hair, blue eyes, dark skinned, and is about 5'6 (she's pretty tall). But there is one thing wrong, she's unconscious. I look at her intently but I don't do anything, but me being 15 I look at her and smile.....
I look at her one more time, I smile and drag her into the supermarket restroom. I hesitate before I actually decide to touch her. My sexual urges boosted as I took her clothes off. Then as I take her clothes off I see marks, such as cut marks, scratch marks and when I took off her panties it looks like she has a disease of some sort in her swimsuit area. I still go with it. I smashed. With protection thou. Doesn't matter. She wakes up as I'm riding her. I shiver. She screams. In shock, I punch her in the face, knocking her unconscious again, I busted her lip and it look like I broke her nose. I decided to go with whatever I was doing and drag her out and SOMEHOW get out the store without anyone noticing. I bring her into the car. I look at her and think " Why??? What the hell did I do to her?? Why did it have to be like this?" I shutter in fear and I take her to my house.
