My hands circled his neck weakly.
He gave me a lazy smile as he leaned in closer. The dress hitched far beyond what I'd allow. I immediately felt uncomfortable. I didn't know how to say it without hurting him.
I began to squirm under his drunk daze, and did not know what to do. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he pulled me with force. I was overwhelmed and way out of my comfort zone. I pulled away, trying to simply let go. But he wouldn't budge. It only became worse.
I gave him an earnest look of sadness, yet he returned nothing. He was doing things I did not want.
I repeated my words, feeling their useless power from my tongue. Tears spilled.
I began to forcibly push on his chest and do my best, but to no avail. He loured at my resistance.
He overcame me and he was everywhere. He was all I could see. He hovered over me and looked down at me with a look that terrified me.
I was crazy for ever thinking this guy was funny. For thinking this guy was cute. He was a man of my nightmares. He was a monster.
These thoughts continuously played themselves as I stared onto the ceiling. That was all I could do.
All I could do. As he did everything, all he wanted to do, I did all I could do. Nothing, absolutely nothing. I choked with tears and wanted to vomit. I felt gross and disgusted, but what was more gross was him, in me.
The tears spilling and heavy chest was overwhelming, I started to vomit. I vomited on his face.
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Sober and Sobbing [DISCONTINUED]Teen Fiction
I gripped my senses tightly, trying to keep myself together. I pushed and kicked, I wailed and weeped, I toppled over and fell, I cried and I.. I died. I died for a moment there. It was silent. I forgot to breathe. Everything fell apart...