It was dark, and somewhat cold in his room. What had I agreed to? What was I thinking? Why didn't anyone stop me? Suddenly, I felt big, warm hands reach under my shirt. It hurt when he squeezed my chest. I winced in pain, but he only laughed and went harder. I started kicking my legs, to kick something, but my feet touched nothing. "What's the matter, babe? Don't you like it? After all, this was your idea. Don't you remember?" he chuckled softly as he lifted my shirt. "No!!!!" I wanted to scream, yell, anything to make him stop, but my lips were crushed underneath the pressure of his. It wasn't a kiss, it was torture. To him, he was playing a game, and I was the pawn. My name is Jalicia Gonzalez. I was 16 when I was rapped. I had a chance to avoid this, but I was blinded by his charm, his looks. This is my story. ------------------------------------------------ like? Post if you want me to continue thanks for reading so far!!!
Thanks! So sorry I haven't posted in a while. Way to busy with hw and babysitting. I'm saving up to go to Greece!! I'll post right now.