All my cries
All my pleases
All my yells
All my screams
And he still didn't STOP!
Felt like he wasn't listening to me.
So i gave up.
And i let him, which was really them, do they thing.
He made me feel safe in his presents.
But i guess when i said "NO! I have to go"
It was like the devil redeemed.
He push me to the wall.
Wrapped his hands around my throat.
I told him "Let me go"
He said "No"
And then i couldn't breath no more.
I guess he saw me turning red.
So he took me to his bed.
Tried to take off my clothes.
But i punched him in his nose.
Guess it kind of hurt, because his feelings started to show.
He started hitting me and hitting me.
I tried to fight back.
Guess he didn't like that.
Now his hands are covered in blood, and his face look soooo evil.
I thought i was going to die.
But i guess god heard my cries.
He finally stop, but i didn't say he was finish.
Felt his left hand on my breast, and his right hand in my pants.
I was still in shock.
Didn't know if i should stop him or just stare at the clock.
I remember the room clear as day.
The clock that said 2:54, in mid day.
Tears coming down my eyes, but he didn't look so surprised.
So i'm guessing this wasn't his first time doing this crime.
I guess he thought i was complying, and he got off the top of me.
Pulled my pants down to the bottom of me.
gave his tongue a taste and then his fingers started to come to play.
My legs started to shake, it was a natural reaction you could say.
He started to laugh, and said "Bae, you ok?"
I really didn't want to answer, but the words came to say.
"Yes" and his name.
I told him what he wanted to hear, hoping i would go home soon.
He started to lift me shirt with his nose, as his tongue still tasting my skin.
As his lips covered my nipple, and his tongue got a lick.
He started to stick the tip in.
Once he was inside you could hear what i call a cry.
But he thought it was a moan, so he kept it going.
As he thrust against my vagina, i could hear him say "Damn".
So he lifted my legs up and started to go ham.
I was in pain.
But he was loving it thought.
It was a shame.
I was only 15 years old.
By Chilynn Hart