I did not want it with him.

I did not want him to come into the bedroom while I was sleeping, to take off my clothes as I was wasted and half-asleep, to put his hands down my pants and under my shirt, to roll me onto my back, to put himself inside of me.

When I was fully awake and aware, I ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the cold night.

I left my college ID (to get into my dorm) inside. I sat on the curb and cried and shook as I tried to reach my roommate who was asleep. I had to go back inside that house so that I had somewhere to stay the night.

I cried myself to sleep. Dirty and used. Again.


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