Sexual assault

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You

Have been

Taught your legs

Are a pit stop for men

That need a place to rest

A vacant body empty enough

For guests but no one

Ever comes and is

Willing to

Stay.

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"You're such a fucking dick, Dylan!" I yell at him, throwing a notebook at his head.

"We're done!" I say, ignoring his pleads for me to stay. I grab all of my shit and run downstairs, tears uncontrollably escaping my eyes. I stop at the front door, wiping them, I look back at Dylan one last time, before opening the door and leaving.

You're probably wondering what happened, right?

I couldn't wait for the date with Dylan. We hadn't gone on one in forever. All we ever did was hang out in his room, talking, and of course, fucking. It would be nice doing something different for a change. Today, we're supposed to go on a dinner. It wasn't gonna be fancy, since we didn't do that shit. It's dumb spending so much money for them to decorate the plate for you with some sauce and give you some nasty shit. In the end, you're not even full! It's a waste, honestly.

I had two hours left until the date and I didn't know what to do until then. I decided to watch some TV and then go get dressed. It always took me forever to get ready, so it wouldn't hurt if I started getting ready an hour and a half quicker.

I'd go to Dylan's but he had a tutor teaching him maths and I couldn't bother them. I was a bit jealous at first, since she was a girl, but since he told me that he only loved me, I calmed down. She was really nice to me too, so I guess it wasn't a problem anymore.

I quickly got bored of watching television, so I got ready and went to Dylan's a bit early.

I was wearing blue jeans and a comfy yellow jumper, with some white sneakers. Luckily, there wasn't any snow in New York.

As I got to his house, his parents' car was gone, which meant, his parents weren't home. That was weird. They usually studied when they were here. He gave me a key to his house once, so I could easily get in. So I unlocked the door and walked into his house.

There were muffled noises heard from his room. "They are probably talking," I thought to myself, but closer I got to his room, more inappropriate the sounds were. I heard moaning, screaming and some profanities.

I stopped breathing for a second and leaned on the wall. The whole room was spinning and a tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped it and harshly opened the door. They both jumped and hid their naked bodies under the covers.

When I saw that, my heart broke. I knew what they were doing the second I heard them, but still hoped that my ears are fooling me. That I wasn't hearing right. I felt like throwing up and beating the girl and Dylan.

I saw the terror in the girl's eyes. She was absolutely scared, thinking about how I was gonna kill her. But I didn't do anything. I just stood there, like a fucking fool, tears rolling down my face. Dylan got dressed quickly and walked towards me, "Baby, it's not what it looks like," he said and that's when I completely lost it.

"Oh really? Because it looks like you're balls deep into this bitches vagina. Or am I seeing wrong? Are you actually trying to convince me otherwise when I literally saw you fucking her?" I yelled at him, making him take a step back.

I walked to his table, grabbing a notebook, "studying huh?" I laughed at my stupidity. He opened his mouth, to say something, but I didn't let him.

"You're such a fucking dick, Dylan!" I yell at him, throwing a notebook at his head.

How long has this been going on?

I can't believe he was going to go on a date with me, pretending like nothing happened. Who was I dating all along? All these 'I love you's meant absolutely nothing to him. I was nothing to him. Nothing but a toy, he could play around with, until he got bored.

The thing is, he meant everything to me. He was the first boy I actually liked. I admit, I've hurt some guys in the past before, but we were together for a week and then broke up or not even together. And its like, he just ripped my heart into little pieces, like it was nothing. Like I'm nothing. Just some goddamn toy.

How could I be so stupid? How couldn't I see this before?

All of these questions enter my head and it now feels like it's gonna explode.

I'm so naive. No one could ever love me. Especially not him. The man whore he is, he's probably getting it on again with her, not giving a shit about me. The moment I heard the moaning, it's like I was.. I don't even know. There's too many thoughts in my head right now.

I need to not be able to think.

Alcohol.

I need to get drunk.

I drive myself to the nearest bar, still crying. I get out and start walking to the enterance, where security is. Scared, I take out my fake ID, hoping it would work.

And it did.

I walk to the bar and order some Vodka. Quickly, I start gulping down, shot after shot. I don't know how many of them I drank, I just know I can barely walk, let alone think. Honestly, I'm happy, because I don't want to be all alone with my thoughts.

A man in his 20s comes up to me, "hey gorgeous, care to join me at my place?" He winks and I laugh, pushing him away.

"N-no," I stutter and turn around, but he's not done, as he grabs my shoulder turning me back to him.

"Come on, it'll be fun," he smirks and I'm barely able to shake my head. He doesn't take no as an answer, as his hands start touching my thighs, getting higher and higher. I felt disgusted, as I pushed him off of me.

"Wha- are you doin'?" I murmur, but he places his hand back on my thigh, grabbing it tighter now. I try to jerk it away, but it doesn't budge.

"Let..me g-go," I stutter, barely talking and thankfully, the bartender sees him.

"Security!" His voice fills the room, as it gets quiet. Everyone is looking at us, so the guy quickly removes his hand from my thigh. He did it too late though, since literally the entire bar saw him, security included. The big guy grabs him and throws him out.

I stay at the counter for a while, leaning my head on my arms. Deciding to call Emma, I pull out my phone. Someone has to pick me up. Jack is probably crying in his room right now, so I can't bother him.

I finally dial her number after 10 attempts and call her, but she doesn't pick up. I call her three more times.

Nothing.

I guess I'm walking home now. I'm not driving my car because I don't wanna be responsible for someone's death.

As I wander around the streets alone, a matte black car pulls up next to me. A guy steps out.

Guess who it is.

The same guy that was harassing me before.

"Want a ride?" He asks me but I ignore him, turning left into a small street.

Big mistake.

It's a one-way street.

I stop and turn around, hoping that the guy is gone. Of course he's not. He keeps on getting closer and closer to me, until he's about two feet away from me. He pushes my back to the wall, pinning me.

"I said, do you want a ride, bitch," he growls, close to my ear, making me shiver. I cry out, whispering, "p-please let me.. go."

He grabs me even tighter, "You disrespected me. No one does that," he hisses and a tear escapes my eye. I'm so afraid. He'll hurt me, I'm sure of it.

"Since you don't wanna do it at my place, we'll do it here," he smirks and my stomach drops, my pupils dilating.

No..

"P-please no," I cry out, "I-I ha-have mo-ney," I choke out but he doesn't listen, as his fingers trace my hips, grabbing them tightly. He then unzips my pants, slipping a hand inside. It doesn't take long until I'm able to feel his finger inside of me, roaming in me. Another one joins and the pain gets even stronger. I let out a whimper and he chuckles, "Yeah, just like that."

His words make me cringe in disgust. I would defend myself, but I can barely stand up. I feel so.. powerless.. so weak. I can't do anything about it, meanwhile he can do whatever he wants with me. And he doesnt look like he's going to stop there, as he unbuckles his belt. I know I have no way out of this, so I just give in, letting him do to me whatever he wants.

He pushes me on the ground, so I hit my head. My vision gets all blurry. He hits me, probably breaking my nose. I cry out for help, but there is no one here. It's just me and him. Actually, it's just him. I feel like I'm dead. I'd rather be dead.

He takes my pants off and I feel the cold breeze hit me. I cry as he thrusts into me with such strength. He keeps on going and going and going and it feels like forever.

I feel like he's going in stronger every time. He just doesn't stop and when I think I can feel any emptier, he thrusts into me once more, emptying the little soul I have left. The little emotion I have. The little life I have.

And just when he pulls it out, making me think it's all over, he grabs me, entering my anus. This pain is a hundred times more than the pain i felt earlier.

I let out a scream and he slaps me hard. I cry even harder when he goes even faster.

He puts it back into my vagina, which feels numb at this moment, filling my lifeless body with his cum. He didn't wear a condom and didn't even bother to pull it out.

I feel lifeless. Empty. Broken. Numb.

He then puts his pants on. Just as I think he'll leave, he turns around, kicking my ribs multiple times, breaking them too. As I cry, he kicks my face once, making everything go completely dark.

I wake up, everything hurting me. I'm still laying in the alley, half naked. It's still night. I get up, with struggle and head back to my car. I find my keys, thankfully and unlock it. Quickly seating myself inside, I start crying. I'm way too drunk to go anywhere. To do anything. I don't want to go anywhere. I don't wanna be here. I don't wanna be alive.

With that, I turn on the engine, heading on the road. Soon, I reach a forest, stopping there. I take a deep breath, thinking about what just happened.

I'm ending it all. What just happened, that's gonna be torture for the rest of my life. I can't do this. My life is way too fucked for me to even keep on living. Dylan, Emma and Jack are better off without me. Everyone is. I'm just a bitch who doesn't deserve love. Who doesn't deserve anyone. Even my own boyfriend doesn't want me. I was just raped. I can't even-

I'll call Emma. If she answers, letting me know, I'm important to her with that, I'm not ending it. I need to know I mean something to someone.

I dial her number and let the phone ring as I cry.

There was no answer.

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Yeah that just happened...Please don't kill me!

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