Could looks really kill? I don’t know, but his did. I tried to think clearly but my brain was not having it. One side said to yell and scream and push him/IT away…but at the same time, the other said to stick it out. That soon he would be done with his so-called fun. And stupidly, I listened to that second side. I made myself shut down, I made myself suffer until he was finished for the day. Everyday as he moved away from me, he smiled and I flinched, a reaction that occured often now.
Him: You know I’ll stop if you don’t tell. But otherwise, if you do tell, it will be ten times worst.
Me: I haven’t told anyone, ok, so would you please stop it?
Him: I heard you told someone.
Me: I didn’t, I swear.
Him: I think you’re lying. So I’m going to rape you.
Me: Shut up…stop saying that! God!
Him: And now I know it bothers you.
Me: Everything about you bothers me!
And he laughed. He laughed right in my shocked face and the others still glazing joined him. And I had nothing to help me escape this.