A teen coming of age story.
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nooneimportant
nooneimportant just a girl who writes sometimes.
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read with caution: trigger warning !!!!!!!! rape .
an american girl sex life story.

A teen coming of age story.

this is NOT a first time story

He didn’t care about me

So he didn’t care that I hesitated when he positioned himself

he didn’t care about me

so he didn’t mind my hand on his stomach to stop him from going in

he didn’t care about me

so he grabbed my tit hard under my dress until I let him go

he didn’t care about me when I closed my eyes and imagined I was home

he didn’t care. maybe I shouldn’t either.

So I don’t count him as my first.

Because how can I count something I wasn’t even there for?

He didn’t care about me

So he didn’t ring the doorbell to pick me up

He didn’t care about me.

So he drove me to a secluded forest. He talked and smiled the whole way.

He didn’t care about me.

So he didn’t bother to look back to see if I was following

He didn’t care about me.

So he lead me to a bench and sat down.

He didn’t care about me.

So he eyed me down as if I wasn’t even there. just my body

He didn’t care about me.

So he grabbed my arm and dragged me to stand in front of him

He didn’t care about me.

So he grabbed my ass under my dress

He didn’t care about me.

so he slid my underwear off and dipped his fingers inside me

He didn’t care about me.

So he got angry when I stepped back and tried to pull them back up again.

He didn’t care about me.

So he grabbed my arm so hard it left a bruise.

He didn’t care about me.

So he pulled my legs to straddle him on that bench.

He didn’t care about me.

And I trembled without knowing why.

He didn’t care about me.

he stood abruptly and led me to a patch beneath a tree

He didn’t care about me.

He unbuckled his belt and pants

He didn’t care about me.

He put his lips on my chest

He didn’t care about me.

He moved on top of me and put a hand on each side of my frame daring me to move

He didn’t care about me.

He stared at my chest and got in position

And I finally felt scared.

Because I didn’t care enough about me to fight harder for him to stop.

@nooneimportant writers note: It took me a while to come to terms with this. I was 16 he was 20 or something. It was fall and not so cold. With a little bit of a cold breeze. I’ve searched everywhere for a time stamp of when this happened. But I really suppressed the thought of this day.

I met him on an app that was popular back then and I wanted to have sex for the first time but changed my mind while we were there and he didn’t stop. I made myself believe I was happy and had just hung out with a friend that day. But later that week I got flashes of it and deleted everything to do with him.

It was 3 years ago and he was in the military so he is probably gone from my home town. He also made me fear for my life when he suddenly pulled out a knife from his boot on the walk back to his car but he was just showing off.

I went back home with leaves in my hair and a little bruise on my arm. The condom probably left in the woods somewhere. Other than that and this story, no proof I ever did anything other than disappear for an hour in the fall of 2016.

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