We all got off the bus. Emma says bye and heads home, me and Kyle are walking to my house. its not long till we get there. we immediately go to my room, I plop down on my bed. my hair across the silk sheets, "I love you." he says softly while moving down next to me and cuddling Me. "I love you too my sweet boy" I reply. he moves his hand on my breasts and I get a little uncomfortable, but I figure its on accident, "I need you so bad baby.." he whispers, Im shocked, I don't know what to say. "I do too. i- it just doesn't feel right right now.." I reply. He moves his head down to my vagina. "stop.." I say. apparently.. he misheard. he ripped my pants and shit off and soon enough his.. I begin to cry and beg. "Please Evan. I really don't want t- GET OFF OF ME! PLEASE KYLE. IM BEGGING." Kyle doesn't care. I try to kick him off of me. it doesn't work. he grabs my hair and throws me back down. then he ties me to the bed. I scream. "KYLE GET THE FU-" he grabs my hair and covers my mouth. tears begin to stream down my face like a river. the pain is too much. "AHHHHHHHH FUCK. PLEASE STOP.. ILL LET YOU DO WHATEVER JUST PLEASE." he seems satisfied with this answer.
A DAY LATER.
I wake up. naked. I remember last night. I don't know what to do about it. I still love Kyle. Even after what he has done. I get dressed. kyles right next to me asleep. I fear him. I never thought he was capable of something like that. I still don't.