Two years and I still feel the fear and embarrassment that was coursing through my veins, the pain that ripped at my legs as we ran through the bushes.
The sticky feeling on the side of my mouth and the yelling from the top of the hill.
I was so innocent, so trusting, so ready for you to use me how ever you wanted.
I trusted you.
We walked for a couple hours intill you took me into a clearing, I knew what you wanted, we talked the night before but I still wasn't ready.
I was thirteen, not ready to be controlled. You told me it was ok, and I listened because I would do anything to make you happy.
You knew I was getting recorded, and you knew it wasn't right.
But you didn't let me stop till you where done. I was mortified the next day when it was all over school, I was getting yelled at and you where getting high-fives.
I was breaking and you where just getting started.
