That NightI refuse to go to the movies after what happened that night.
We were watching a movie in the back row right in the corner. I was wearing a skirt, leggings, a purple top, and black uggs. He was wearing jeans and a band tee.
I was 14, he was 15.
We were dating for 2 months when he decided to do it.
We were kissing and he then stuck his hand up my skirt and pulled my leggings down a bit. I told him to stop, but he put his free hand over my mouth. He started to finger me. I was crying and begging him to stop.
He did everything else. (Sorry. Too emotional to go into it)
Even to this day, I can't go to the movies with anybody. Not even my family. And now, he had the nerve to find me on Facebook and message me.
I can't deal with this.