sexual assault. i can’t get away from him. finally i get my keys and then he lets me go, doesn’t want me to come at him with a key between my fingers. elevator. he’s not going to hurt me now but i’m so angry that i keep scratching him with it. conflict in my head, he’s no threat to me now but i’m so fucking angry that i want to hurt him, and i do.

parking lot. she steals me phone, talks the battery and sim card, won’t give them back. so i take hers and offer to trade. she says okay, puts her hand in her pocket, and pulls out a gun. points it at my head. i tell her, i don’t know what you want from me. and she says i don’t know either. and i say, i’m not worth going to jail over. she says, i won’t go to jail. and then her friends pull up so she says to me, bc she won’t shoot me with them there, run away from me while you can you poor child. and i do.

two nights ago: on all fours, he’s fucking me, but not the way he does, the way you do. i feel him come, and then get deeper, and then keep going and it’s amazing…

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