~Romeo is A Rapist~

The bed he throws me onto is soft with sheets
but strangling my freedom.
"NO"
"STOP!" I cry.
He either doesn't hear or
care that this 17 year old
is a virgin and only the alcohol
burning through my blood
allowed him to lead me from the party.
The bed is like a slab of nails
beneath
but the worse is his arms, his legs
holding me down.
And his eyes empty of all and any emotion
but desire.
The force of his body on mine...
and no one can hear my screams for help.
"No! Please Stop! Please, God! No!
I don't want to!"
His silence is worse than any words he could say.
He's interested in one thing
and he's pushing his way into me,
my soul 
and the lies I told myself
that nothing bad can happen
slip away
and are replaced with hate of myself.
A friend outside the bedroom is calling,
begging through the noise 
"Are you Okay?"
but his buddies won't let her through.
Damn vodka,
damn trust.
17 years old  and only 10 years free of the first abuse
by another.
He is done with me, got what he wanted...
He high fives his friends
and he lets me leave
but threatens that if I tell anyone,
if I go to the cops,
he will hurt my family.
Such a turning point in my self esteem...
Another crack in my innocence.
Rape of mebody
but worse, he desecrated my hope.

 And ironically... His name? Romeo.

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