I look up from the paper when im finished reading, im reading to myself, in front of a mirror, on the floor, lips red from the alcohol and makeup all over my face. Im wearing a pair of boots, a peach coloured thong and a sweater. Thats all. Why did i include the colour of my lacey Victoria Secret panties? Because you wanted to know. Every man wants to know what youre wearing especially when youre sounding super sexy with your eyes in your profile picture. Age sex location, notice how i didnt add please or ask any question before the three things you feel obligated to answer. But why would you feel pressured to reply to a complete stranger that obviously only craves the sexual tension from a young pretty face? Because you couldnt say no or walk away in your past. You couldnt say no or walk away because you were asleep, but you wernt. You were awake and he didnt know that. He didnt know you felt his lips on yours, and his hand on your thigh and slip his fingers into somewhere they shouldnt be. I was not asleep. But i didnt know if you had a gun pointed at my head or a knife to my throat or a camera, pointed, at my face. Everything points to me even your cock at my face when you slowly started to unzip your pants and i rustled myself “awake” and you ran away from your fears while i confronted mine.
Actually at the time i was not afraid, not how someone should be. I was incredibly brave. I said no without saying no but i didnt have the opportunity to say no in the first place. I was 11 i shouldnt have needed to say no. But when my dad asked me why i needed to come home i didnt say ‘no, dont worry about it’ i told him what happened and he didnt say ‘no, thats not what happened.’ He hardly said anything. To me. He said to my mom to get in the car and he said to you that youre rotting in fucking hell, or at least i hope he did. #rotinhell#canadian#imissedme#fuckyou#stevewaldo#strong