It was during the summer of my junior year when I first met Mikko. I was fifteen then, and he was seventeen. He had the typical boy-next-door look which makes every girl in the room swoon over him. Rumors about him being a playboy started to spread but I didn’t give a damn. We got close until eventually, he started giving signs of liking me too. Most of our friends discouraged me of agreeing to be his girlfriend, but again, I didn’t give a damn. After a year of courting, I finally said yes to him. The moments we spent together were the happiest part of my teenage life—so far. Until that fateful event happened…
July 14, 2008
Today, I celebrate my sixteenth birthday with the love of my life, Mikko. I even asked my Mom to allow me to spend the whole day with him. Good thing, Mom likes Mikko as my boyfriend, so she gladly agreed.
“Gwen,” he said huskily as he buries his head on my shoulders.
“What now, love? You’re drunk already.”
He had already finished five bottles of San Mig Light. His tolerance for alcohol is so low that drinking just three bottles of beer can knock him down. Just like now. He’s talking gibberish.
“Gwen, let’s do it.”
See what I mean? Alcohol already consumed his mind. He’s talking nonsense.
“Quit fooling around, love. C’mon, I’ll take you to your room.”
Somehow, I managed to carry him to his room. Imagine me carrying an eighteen year old boy, weighing around a hundred and thirty or so pounds. Imagine the hardship I went through as we went up the stairs. We almost tripped down, but luckily we didn't. God is good; He saved us.
“Gwen,” he mumbled as I lay him down on his bed.
“Sex. Let’s do it. Now.”
“You’re drunk, Mikko. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I said I want us to have sex.”
He suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me down. He kissed me forcefully; I felt like my lips were about to crush. I tried to resist but he’s just too strong for me. I was no match to his strength.
“Please, Mikko, don’t do this.”
“Shut up, Gwen. I’ve been dying to do this since the first day I met you.”
He forced himself to on me. I resisted as hard as I can but I was so small compared to him.
I was crying so hard but there was nothing that I could do.
I was violated by my boyfriend on my sixteenth birthday.
Now tell me, will I ever have someone to love me for who I really am? Will I ever find someone who’ll love me despite of my impurity?
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[Partially] edited version of the one I posted in CC.
Happy reading! If you are not openminded enough, I suggest you do not continue reading this. :)