You were smart and funny. I was into your crooked smile and quirky sayings. I could almost smell love on the horizon.
I loved to go to your place. I yearned for our long walks and chats about nothing and everything all at the same time.
I adored the attention you gave to me, almost like I was the only girl alive.
You disrespected me in every way possible. Like a moth to a flame, I walked right into your trap.
What I thought would be a normal night, a night filled with sweet kisses and flirty conversation, turned into a nightmare.
You kissed me- but it didn't feel right this time. It was harder, not the sweet kisses we had shared in the past.
You pushed me and held my arms at my side tight enough to leave bruises.
No, this wasn't what normally went on.
I struggled. You managed to push my arms over my head and pin them there and snake your hand in my pants.
I screamed as you violated me. I prayed someone would save me.
I heard foot steps. My prayers were answered.
Your own brother saved me. I thank God for him every day.
Even though I was saved there’s a few things I think you should know.
You didn’t get away with it.
You may think you did, but I promise you didn’t. You see, girls talk. Even when we aren’t the best of friends, it’s still part of our code to protect each other from slime balls like you. You wonder why some of your more naïve girls stopped coming around? It’s called grape vine.
You are always being watched.
No, I didn’t report you. You’re lucky there. I did however tell a couple of my friends, who just so happen to be on the force, about you. They don’t like you anyway, so please, I beg, step just a hair out of line. They will have you ass so fast your head will spin.
No will always mean no.
I know the word no is hard for you to understand obviously. It’s like this, my body is a temple, and I am the god it was built for! I decide who sees it, who touches it, and who worships it. Not you and your blood stained hands
You are a monster of the worst kind. The kind society created by basically telling men “she dint really mean no” or by teaching you to have excuses ready when she screams.
Just remember, you will never get away with it.
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