"Let's go, come on! I'll take you home. Don't you trust me?"
Trust him? I barely know him. But I mean, I know his parents. This can't be bad, right?
We walk over to his car. It's a black Honda Accord, year 2008. Ever since my brother got to middle school, he has taught me a lot about cars. I can identify them easily. He takes my backpack so that he can place it in the back. I smile, as he opens the door for me. Not really because I'm happy he's doing such act like a gentleman, but mostly to not be rude myself. I mean, I could have opened that door myself.
"So where do you live? That way I can find a route; unless you direct me there."
I reply, "no, I can direct you". He takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. I'm not used to older guys touching me, unless they're related to me, or I know them very well. I kinda take my hand out of his, so he can take a hint that I don't want to be touched by him. But I don't think he gets the message. He moves his hand to my face, and says to me, "you're so beautiful. Have you ever, had a boyfriend?" I look at him in a funny way now. Why would he want to know about my past relationships? I mean, it's only been with my best friend, and we ended it because we just couldn't do long-distance anymore. "Yes, I have." Why is he smiling like that? "Oh, HAVE. Which means you currently don't have one, right?" Now this is scary. I kinda want to follow one of the little voices in my head saying 'GET OUT NOW, WHILE YOU STILL CAN!', but instead I say, "No, I do not. Now, can you please take me home now?"
He turns on the car, but then he changes his faces just a tad bit. He then asks me, "would you like to be.. My girlfriend?" Now I'm really thinking of getting out of the car. This is way too creepy. I reach for my backpack that he placed in the backseat. Instantly, he grabs a hold of my waist, and whispers in my ear, "i have a gun. try to do anything and i kill you here, in front of your school". Now I'm really scared. I stay put in my seat, my eyes stinging with tears. I ask, "are you really going to take me home?" He makes a sly smile, and doesn't answer with words, rather with actions. He places his hand on my leg, and I try to move it away, but he just grabs it tighter.
He pulls out of the parking lot, and drives in a different direction, opposite to the way to go to my house. He keeps driving, his hand on my leg still, and recently I noticed that there's a bulge in his pants. He's turned on. What the hell is he gonna do to me? I think about opening the car door and jumping out, but since the door's locked, and his hand on me, I cant really do so without him stopping me. He turns onto a street I'm not familiar with. There's houses here, but as we keep driving up, I see a baseball field, then a tennis court. He's taking me to a park.. What is he gonna do to me?
When he pulls over in this spot, it seems like nobody will see us. Nor hear me if I screamed. He puts his chair back, and later, he reaches over me to put my chair back. Later, he takes off my seat belt, and my scrunchy from my hair. He runs his fingers in my hair and pulls my head to his. I can barely breathe from all this contact from him. I want to scream and hit him in the face. I know now what he plans to do to me, there's no need for words to say. I don't tell him I'm not a virgin. I gave it to my ex-boyfriend, because we truly did love each other. No, I still love him, and he still loves me. But even if I have had sex, I don't want to do it now, and certainly not with this guy.
I sob a little, so he might feel a bit sorry for me and possibly change his mind and leave me alone. But he doesn't care. He climbs on top of me and begins to kiss my neck. Now I'm definitely crying. I attempt to push him off me, but instead he puts all of his weight on me, and takes both of my hands and puts them on top of my head, holding them with one of his hands. He looks into my eyes before plunging his tongue inside my mouth and kissing me. I don't kiss back, so it looks like he's just sabotaging my mouth... Well, that IS what he's doing! I bite his tongue, maybe to cause him some pain, but I think it just encouraged him more. He lets go of my hands, and begins to lift up my shirt, and rips my bra off. He went back to holding my hands above my head, and now is sucking on my breasts. I recall when my ex did that to me, and for just a small instance it seems pleasurable, but then I remember that this isnt my ex.. This is a 24 year old who's raping a 17 year old.
When he got my shorts off, he looks at me.. It almost seems like if he's waiting for my approval. I shake my head and whisper a "no". My eyes are stinging again, for more tears to be released. He tells me, "you're just so gorgeous. I don't want to hurt you, but I just really want you. I want to be the first man in your life." He's a little late for that. That's the only moment when I feel any happiness from this. But soon that happiness is taken away, for he rips off my underwear, and plunges into me. I scream from the pain. Even though he has done some foreplay on me, I never did once get turned on. He was atleast considerate to wear a condom. I couldn't have bared to become inpregnated from him. He moves inside me, and I'm sobbing because of all the pain. He tells me, "yes, that's it. Keep moaning. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum fast". Moaning?? I'm not fucking moaning!! I'm screaming because this hurts like hell!! I feel inside when he cums. The condom feels full of it. He groans loudly from his release. When he gets out of me, I look down. I see blood on the car seat, on the condom, and some of it coming out of me.
When he drops me off, I lead him to a different place. Sure, I'm gonna have to walk atleast 4 blocks, but just so he won't know where I live. My vagina hurts like crap when I walk. When I see that he's not near, I call my ex. He's the only person I know that can help me. He picks up the phone and his radio is on. I tell him to turn it off, that there was something I needed to tell him. But then I think, it wouldn't be so great to explain it all out here, in public. I start to cry, and just tell him to meet me at the gas station near my house. In 30 minutes, he arrives, looking really concerned. I want to run to him, but I can't because of the pain. He runs to me, and hugs me. He takes my backpack, and carries me to the car. Once in there, he drives to my house. We go inside, and it's not until then that he notices the blood stain on my shorts. I had put my sweater on top of them so people couldn't see it. We go to the bathroom, and he sits me down on the floor while he grabs a towel and clothes for me to change into.
I tell him everything that happened. How the guy had told me he came to my school to purchase mulch from the fund raiser my school was having. How he offered to take me home. That he raped me. My ex swears. And he grabs me really tight. Then he takes out his cell phone and calls the police.
2 years later:
They finally caught the guy. He's to be inprisoned for 20 years for raping an underaged. I have gone to therapy, and I'm fully recovered. Since my best friend had saved enough money to buy a car, we've been dating again. He makes sure, however, that if we are in the car that there is to be someone else in the car with us. Whenever he wants to make a move on me, he asks if i'm in the mood and if i'll let him. And we have done it, well, when all the evidence was found.
On one of the dates, he takes me back to the treehouse we used to play in when we were little. Except this time, there's no comic books on the floor; there's a small bed. There's no poster of the cartoons we watched, there's roses. We make love there, absorbing all the good memories we have had together. When we finish, he tells me that his parents had talked with him. The house that has our beloved treehouse has been rented to other people; his parents still owning it. They told him, that once he settled down, he would recieve this house. He said that there would be no one else he could share this place with if it wasn't with me. He pulls out a box from his jean pocket and inside the box is a ring. I think back at how bad it had been for me 2 years ago, and how he helped me get back on my feet. I look at him and see how deeply he loves me. I kiss him once, twice. He groans and grabs me. It takes me an hour to say yes.. Yes to marrying him, I mean.
