The Truth Embarks a New Beginning

"Can We Say No?"

When we are younger we get told when to say "No.".
We are told when someone touches you, you are allowed to tell them to stop.
You are told that you are worth something and wasting yourself on someone who doesn't see your true value isn't the way you are supposed to be living your life.
But, when you find yourself in the art room with your high boyfriend and he begins grabbing your boobs and making his fingers into your pants with people outside of the room looking in through the window, it's hard to say no.
When you find yourself in a tech theatre room and he unbuckles your belt and takes off his clothes and you just lie there, wondering what is about to happen and before you know it, he's inside of you and you're trying not to scream in pain and disgust, you feel like you can't tell him to stop.
You feel like he has all the power and you can't think because you're in a situation you didn't expect to find yourself in at the age of fifteen.
We are told by our parents that we have the ability to say "No.", but where is the strength to say "No." when he is doing things you don't want him to do?
Eventually you begin to feel like you want to do these things. Because it will make him happy. Because it will make him stay with you. Because that is the only reason you're still with that person. Because when you're lying there and letting him do things, you begin to feel nothing.
And that nothing is better than the something you felt the first few times.
That nothing is better than the pain and disgust and anger you felt when he did things without asking.
Without giving you the ability to say no.
So really, why are we told we have a choice when no choice is given to us?
Why are we told we are allowed to tell them when things are going too fast when they never ask us?
Why are we told we can tell them to stop when they already have their hands roaming all over your naked body?
When do we say no?
Is it when they find their way under your bra?
Is it when they get their hands in your panties and roughly do things you never even tried yourself?
Or is it when you're lying naked on a foam mattress after school and they never even say a word before they take away the only innocent part of yourself you wanted to keep?
Is there a way out of an unimaginable situation, or is there really no way to say that one word we are told to use?