“Well, I got pregnant.”
To me today being a victim of rape means; not trusting men, being scared of affection, hating sex, a lot of angst, wanting to be alone, and feeling spiteful of men. I will forever have it at the back of my memory, just for it to haunt me now and again.
He only wants you when he’s drunk. When he’s lonely and hates the idea of crawling into bed alone.
Every single moment until you were face to face with what would change not only your life but so many others will replay back in your head, and you will fight the inevitable guilt of being imperfect, and not being enough to stop things before they spun too far out of control.
If you’re still riding the high from Netflix’s original series 13 Reasons Why, we have the perfect gift for you: this bone-chilling blogspot account called “Hannah’s Reasons,” written from Tony’s point of view.
Broken hearts and bloody thighs, whispered promises of intimacy carried on the backs of lonely boys.
“I screamed out in pain, but she just got more into it.”
“He couldn’t get the right angle to get in and had a premature detonation.”
We’ve only been kissing for about 0.2 seconds and your dick’s already whipped out, fully erect, ready to take off! Why, my friend?
I didn’t have the strength to act like his puppet anymore, but I didn’t have the strength to break up with him either.