Betrated

I knew this one kid, im not going to name anyone, but I knew him. He was like my best friend. Then he turned out to be a real asswhole. I loved him like a brother, and I trusted him too. He was always there for me, during my break-ups and my family problems. Too my school and friends. from pregnancys and beatings, he was always there.

I knew this one kid, im not going to name anyone, but I knew him. He was like my best friend. Then he turned out to be a real asswhole. I loved him like a brother, and I trusted him too. He was always there for me, during my break-ups and my family problems. Too my school and friends. from pregnancys and beatings, he was always there.

Well one night when me, him, and a bunch of my other friends went to six flags, he did somthing i thought would never happen. Not in a million years, but he did. Me and him didnt want to ride this one ride all of my other friends wanted to ride, it was because I was chicken shit so he said he would stay with me. Well we went walking for a little bit, and he like took me to his truck to go get somthing.

Well we were sitting on the tail gate and I was getting cold. So we went in the truck. We were listening to some music, then he kinda just putted his arms around me. I felt safe like nothing was going to happen, but then I felt him playing with my hair, then he was skimming my neck. Soon I felt like teeth marks on my neck, and him out of all people knew that would turn me on, but this time it didnt. He started to push himself more and more in the bites.

He then pulled my head facing him, and forced me to kiss him holding on tightly to my jaw. I bit his tounge and pushed myself away from him sitting on the far end of the truck. I saw blood trickle from his mouth. I didnt like him like that, nor did I love him like that. He pulled me on top of him, ripping my shirt. I slapped him and pushed myself off of him, then he pushed me down on the seat, and he pushed himself on top of me.

I tried to kick him off, but I couldnt he kept on pushing down, I could feel him. Everywhere. I also felt the sweat trickle down my face. I could see this evil look in his eyes. I thought this was the person that was like gental to everyone. Someone you could look up to, but he turned out to be a sorry son of a bitch.

I felt him move his hands down towards my pants, feeling him unbutton them, pulling them down along with my panties. I could feel him put his fingures inside of me. Feeling him go in and out. I felt pain not pleasure. I felt something I never want to feel again. Then he pulled off his shorts and his boxers and then. PAIN, I felt him push himself against me and inside of me. All I could hear was his voice.” Shut up or i fucking slit your throat!””Damnit bitch fucking listen to me!” I couldnt do anything. I just sat there. Cold and frozen.

Soon I felt a thrust. I knew that he was threw with me, I knew that he would never be the same. After what he did to me, I could never look into his eyes and see the boy I once knew as my bestfriend. I could never look at him the same.