this writing contains mentions of rape and csa
The first time he slips his tongue down your throat, you think it MUST be an accident.
You’re 15 and in high school ; he’s somewhere between 23 and 27 and does who knows what for work.
It’s an accident, you think. A joke.
You think it’s a joke, all up until his hand wanders down into the front of your jeans, and he goes further.
When you try to stop him, he hits you, hard. Right across the face. You realize then that struggling is not an option.
So you let it happen.
Until your body feels less like a body and more like a dumping ground for the older man’s cum.
It hurts, but you endure it.
You always endure it.
You learn to stop crying almost as soon as it starts.