“How old are you?” He spoke, pressuring me against the cold bathroom wall behind me.
“I’ve just turned 18” I replied, staring up into his eyes, height difference noticeable.
“Good.” He smirked, leaning down.
“And why’s that?” I spoke confidently, trying to gain control back in what he was gaining.
“Because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do this,” And he finally crashed his lips onto mine.
Ya see this was the moment my web of lies started, the point where it’s been expanding from all this time.
I haven’t just turned 18, I’m barely even that.
I’m 15. That’s right.
And he doesn’t even know.