But every story has a beginning. This one was on the 29th of october 2011. I was out with a girlfriend and later in the night i called a Male friend to talk to, he Said he was busy, but gave his cousin My number. I told him I was not interested, and a bit later I was going home. My girlfriend Walked me to the subway and checked out to make sure I was safe before she left. I could feel someone standing behind me and when I turned around, he, My friends cousin, was there. We were going in the same direction home, and he did not feel threatening at all, just a few inches taller than me, skinny guy. But when we got to his stop, he took My arm and pulled me off. I had two choices; wait by the trainstop, infamous of being violent and dangerous at night, or following him to the apartment. I've been in the apartment before, with My friend. In the same elevator I stood with My friend 4 months earlier, he ruined My life. After, he took me into the apartment, took me into the bathroom. Like he did nothing wrong.
Sometimes I think he was drugged. Sometimes I think he's a psychopath. But mostly I think he did not mean it.
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How could he not know, when I begged him to stop, How could he not understand? I thought he was gonna kill me. When I wouldn't stop crying and begging he covered My mouth. His mother was one door down, one Wall away. That is fucking ballsy.
Edited by ControlIsSlippingAway, 03 January 2012 - 01:25 AM.