A message, just as settle down,
Duvet covering my body,
With my phone on charge,
My alarms set to blast,
Darkness swallowing me,
Heading Into sleep.
"Why have you been responding so slow", the message pinged,
Confusion set in,
Who was this? I asked,
"It's me, HC from Snapchat. Wanna go for a night walk?"
"Hey, I remember, yeah sure",
I reach for my clothes, dress in a sweater and my dungarees,
I fitted my feet into my shoes, grabbed my keys, phone and headphones,
Leaving through the front door and locking up behind me.
I started to walk towards you,
Meeting you in the dark,
Hugging, and walking closer together,
Around and around we went.
Landing at a park,
Where we laid under the stars together,
Talked, laughed and enjoyed each other's company,
Until you turned to the side,
And held me, not letting me go,
Holding me tight, tight than I wanted.
I felt something, I didn't like it.
When I bought it up and told you no,
you said I imagined it, that I didn't know what I was talking about.
I tried to pull away, but you held me closer.
You were warm, and I was shivering.
So I guess I didn't try hard enough to get away.
You rub up and down on me, whilst closing my eyes, wishing I was anywhere but here.
I feel you get hard, and when you were lost in the moment, I try and make a run for it.
Your hand is glazing over your trousers, with the other on my arm.
You take yourself out and help yourself along.
So, I push you away and freeze up.
Later on, whilst feeling exposed, we walk towards home.
He convinces you to walk a different way home,
As you go down a walkway, you feel his eyes on you.
He hides in a corner, beckoning you over.
And you do, because you are scared.
Once you do though, you see that he is out.
On public show, "Touch it, play with it, suck it!"
"NO, NO, NO, NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
I try and make a run for it, but he manipulates me to touch myself so he feels good.
I feel sick, dirty, and empty.
Finally, he is too busy, and I make a break, picking up my speed.
Turning a corner, then another, then another.
I slowly look behind me, but there's no one there.
He sends me a message,
"Where did you go?"
I run all the way home.
Before blocking him on all social, I ask him why.
He sends only this back,
"You could have stood up and walked away. You could've stopped me. I don't feel guilty for touching you without consent"
I click 'block'
Hidding under my blanket, I start writing.
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