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I say I don't remember

but I do

driving in the car

fondling on the highway

making out at the railroad

People can see us!

Stop!

I remember wanting him

wanting sex

but no -

I'm not ready

Do I need to get some condoms?

No, I can't

I've been through too much

I'm not ready

Okay.

I respect that

Pull in the driveway

park

walk in the house

and lock the door

kissing against it

stumbling through the house

making out

touching

fondling

We get to a bedroom

He locks the door

and tackles me to the bed

he tugs his shirt off

I tug mine

and somehow

his pants are on the floor

I see his naked body

I'm frightened

What is happening?

I don't want to

I do

Not ready

Not ready

but -

I'm fumbling with the laces in my

high-top, red and green

converse

I can't

not ready

but I slide off my pants

and slowly lean back

and he's inside me

and it hurts

so bad

so bad

I cn't

I won't touch it

get off

I'm too young

I don't want this

an hour goes by

and still

it hurts

I tell him I can't and he asks me

what happened

I

just

can't

and after I say

I could get pregnant

and he says

You'd be a good mom

but

I'm barely sixteen

and he says

Oh well

I could go to jail for this

so I throw back on my clothes

and we get back in the car

and listen to Blink 182

all the way home

and I'm so glad that I wasted it on

someone who

didn't care

so mad

so angry

and remembering this

remembering sucks