Liz sighed and rolled away from him, looking at the ceiling. "That's what sucks. I'm too good only because I was forced to be," she shook her head, "Anyway, who cares, that was in the past." She smiled sadly and stared intently at the ceiling.
"By Tin?" I askeed, trying to keep my voice void of emotion. I stared at the ceiling as well. "Do I ever get to know what he actually did to you? What..." I couldn't ask. But I wanted to know. I wanted to hear. and most of all, I wanted to help.
Liz nodded and sat up, pulling her clothes on and laying back down beside him. "Yeah...by Tin. The second week in seventh is when it started. He picked me up on his motorcycle and we went to the movies. I thought it was a friendly date...until...we pulled up to his house. I had asked him why we were here and he didn't answer. That's when I humped out of the car and began to ran. He caught up easily, pinning me to the ground. He drug me into his house and into the basement. I got raped for the first time. Got pregnant. My father hated me. I had an abortion. Then from then on he continued it all. Every Friday and Saturday and sometimes even on school days he would do it to me. Durnign the summer it was everyday." She shivered and shook the memory out. "Sorry," she smiled lightly, looking back up at the ceiling.
"I used to fight him alot...but I always ended up loosing. I became numb to it all. I'd go out, say I'd had a fun time, let him do whatever, then walk back home. I never wanted it...he forced himself on me and I gave up..." Liz sighed and snuggled closer to Johnathan, yawning.
I sighed. "Liz..I don't ever want you to feel like I'm forcing you into something. Unless it's for your health. I will force you to go to docters." I grinned, then went back to being serious. "If there's something you feel like I'm forcing on you, or you don't want, just tell me! Most likely I'll stop, unless it's for your health, in which case, I won't. But..." I sighed. "Please tell me. okay?"
