I didnt ask about her scars &she didnt notice mine

You carried me to my room where you threw me on the bed and slammed the door behind you. You stood over me for what seemed like hours. You started to pace. I slowly started to sit up but the movement caught your eye. You were on top of me then, having pushed me back. You held my wrists again. You were so much bigger than I though I still strained against them. You kissed me, forcing my mouth open. And then you were gone. Once again, slamming the door behind you.

I did not move for a few seconds. I wiped off my mouth with the back of my hand. I moved to the edge of the bed as the door flew back open. You forced me back down, gathering both my hands into one of yours. You wedged your knee between my legs and held them open. Your free hand undid the button on your jeans.

I lost my voice somewhere between here and the kitchen, where we had come from. Half of my breath was gone as well. My heart was pounding in my ears.

Your mouth was on mine again. Your hand tugging on my jeans.

Then back you were back to pacing.

I tried to form words but nothing came about. I laid as still as possible.

On me.

Then off.

On.

Off.

Then out the door.

You’re going to have great times in a relationship. You’re going to go on fun dates and have great sex and hot make out sessions. But you’re also going to fight. You’re going to be in that weird stage where you like them more than they like you or vice versa and that’s going to hurt. You’re going to have to deal with jealousy and insecurity. You will have to deal with boredom in the relationship. You’re going to be too busy for them or accidentally hurt them. And you are going to have to deal with a few break ups before you find that right one.