You Will Never Understand

Chapter Three

Warning: This chapter contains sexual harassment and other triggering content. If any of this content is triggering to you pls skip. Love you. 

Two years ago

I can't believe I am going on my first date with him. I was so excited about it. I walked over to my closet to pick out my outfit, thinking about all the possibilities on how this date could go. I pulled out a black skater skirt, a white long-sleeved, off the shoulder shirt, and a pair of black heeled boots. I curled my hair and put on the diamond necklace my parents gave me and a matching pair of earrings. I did my makeup and perfume grabbing my phone and purse on the way out. 

I waited on the couch where Max, Xavier, and Vincent sat ready to send me off. Max was almost as excited as I was to go on this date. Xavier on the other hand wasn't. He kept telling me that he didn't trust the guy and that something felt off about him. I always told him that he was just being overprotective. Turns out I was wrong. 

After a while, I heard the door ring and I went to answer it. There was the oh so attractive Aaron standing on my front porch. He was wearing a white and black striped button-down and a pair of black skinny jeans. He has a pair of black laced vans on. His curly hair was perfectly set in place on his head, but what caught my attention the most was his eyes. They were light brown, but they were full of curiosity and mystery. Turns out that mystery wasn't good. And his curiosity made him dangerous.

He seemed like such a gentleman. So genuine, honest, and sweet. He was attractive, but ever since I met him he had done nothing but treat me like a queen. That's why I wasn't hesitant to say yes to him. He was smart and funny, and he always showed me interest. After that night I found out that interest was towards my body and everything else was just an act. 

"Good evening, Jay. How are you?" He asked me. He was always confident, but not arrogant. I liked that he wasn't scared to look me in the eye or if I caught him looking at me he didn't shy away. 

"I'm good. Thanks," I replied to him. The nerves had kicked on at that point, but I was good at hiding them. "I'm ready to go if you are."

"Okay, let's go." I turned and waved at my friends and left. We walked down to his car and left to go to the restaurant we chose. Throughout the date, we laughed and just overall had a great time. I even felt comfortable enough to talk to him about my past, which I don't do with a lot of people. We were out for about three hours and it was running late. I decided to go ahead and have him take me home. 

There was nobody at my house because I told them they didn't need to stay. I figured after the date he would drop me off and that would be the end of the night. We would maybe share a kiss or something, but nothing more. That was the first mistake I made that night. 

We got back to my house and he offered to walk me up to the door, just so he could make sure I made it in okay. At the time I didn't think anything of it. We stood on the front porch and I was about to tell him goodbye. 

"I don't really want this night to be over, quite yet," he said to me before I got the chance to tell him goodnight. I laughed at the almost whiny sound in his voice.

"I do too, but I have a long day tomorrow and I need to get to bed. I'm sorry, but tonight is gonna have to end."

"It doesn't have to. I could just come in and chill for a while." I thought over his suggestion. I guess he could. I really had another few hours before I had to actually get to bed. I nodded and led him into my house. That was the second mistake I made that night. Maybe if I convinced him to leave, none of this would've happened. 

We went over and sat on the couch and turned on a movie. We weren't even ten minutes through the movie before he decided to place his hand on my thigh. I didn't move it because it was just a thigh, but by midway, he was slowly moving it closer to the inside of my leg.