Relationship Violence Story From Tabby

by Tabatha
(Location Undisclosed)

I was 13 and he was 15. I was texting my friend L-- he wanted me to meet up with him at so at 12 am I sneaked out and ran to. I could see his blonde brown hair from a while away. I smiled at him and said "hello" to him, he told me to take his hand and don't be scared, that he would protect me.
He made me smile, he ask me "do you trust me?" and my answer was yes,
He smile at me, I smiled back. We played on the slide, monkey bars, and flying fox for a while then he said lets go on a little walk through the bush and I was scared but he promised me nothing bad would happen and that everything was going to be okay if I trusted him.
As I enter the bush area, he started to act more and more strange, he started to scare me but I thought nothing bad would go wrong since he promised me.
So once we were about half way down the track and He lean in to kiss me gently on the lips and he stuck his tongue in so I decide to go along with it. He was kissing me for a while, I felt awkward and uncomfortable. It soon got to the point when he was lying on top of me and we were still kissing each other, he tried to feel me up but I felt really uncomfortable so I tried to push him off of me, I told him to stop but he was a lot stronger, he said "no, why stop now, the fun is just about to start."
He kept trying to unbutton my top but I wouldn't let him, after a while he managed to unbutton the top completely. I felt trapped he wouldn't get off, he was too heavy and strong for me, he took his top off but he was still on top of me and I couldn't move. He kept trying to move his hand up my skirt, but I would just shake my leg. I manage to get his hand off of my leg. I manage to get him off of me completely but I wasn't quick enough and he pulled me back in, holding me tighter.
I knew what he was trying to do but I couldn't believe it. I kept trying to escape but he pushed and pulled me down. It wasn't much longer until he tried to put his hand up my skirt again, I shake my leg but he continue, I told him to stop but he didn't. I told him to stop he wouldn't listen. He was trying to make me moan but he failed. He pulled out a condom, when I saw it i yelled at him "get off, stop, I'm not ready", I looked up at him and all I saw was a monster, He unbutton his pants and forced me to give him a hand job until he cumed, he rubbed the cum on my belly, making me feel ashamed and useless like a piece of meat. He put his hand my skirt again and pulled off my underwear, he had a tight grip on me, he was brusing me.
He went to pick up the condom, and as soon as he did I struggled more and more, hoping that I could get loose. I struggled and my leg got free, I kicked him, he let go, I got up and ran away. Tears rolled down my eyes on my way home, I cried my self to sleep that night. I woke in the morning with bruises on my legs and arms.
It's been 1 and a half since that night happen but i still have nightmares of that night, in some ways i blame myself even though i know it wasnt my fault.

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