He was drunk.
I was drunk.
She was asleep.
Dead, passed the fuck out in her bedroom. She was my sister. He was her significant other. His hands were on my shoulders, I was sitting on the floor, too drunk to move, too drunk to do anything pretty much. Slowly they reach down. Lower. Lower…lower to my virgin 12 1/2 year-old nipples. I moved, he persisted. Used his grip, felt my un-developed a-cups. I resisted some more, but it's no use. I felt his rock-hard member on my back, grimaced. Drunk as a sailor, barely a teenager, I think. Why is this happening to me again? It's happened before, why don't I do something about it? Then I thought, maybe history does repeat itself. I clenched my teeth, held my breath, sat very steadily. I knew the routine, it's happened before. Sit still, get hurt if I move.
He was drunk.
I was drunk.
She was asleep.
.
.
I was helpless.
Sitting there on the carpet floor while I watched that guy from Elf prance around like a complete retard on the 48" plasma. Sitting there, having my undeveloped virgin tits fondled by a 28-year-old drunkard. Helpless. Alone. Drunk as fuck, feeling my liver slowly decaying, my heart racing with anxiety and fear. He was going to do something to me. He reached down. Down, down down past my stomach, touching my pure femininity.
I was drunk.
I was helpless.
Blur. Blur. Blur.
We were on the floor.
My vision is blurred, but I could make out the shapes.
Disgusting fingers were touching my clit, his grotesque erection peeking between the folds of his 200-pound body. I stay still. If I move, I get hurt. Move, get hurt. I know this routine. It's happened before, of course it'll happen again. I feel a finger inside of me. I feel it moving in and out, I want to move. I want to smack him in the face, I want to slice off that disgusting, throbbing lump of meat that's being enveloped by those disgusting fat folds of his.
But no.
I don't move. I don't do anything. I stay steady, like an uncooked spaghetti strand while this fat piece of shit has his way with me.
Blurryness. Nothingness. I feel my soul slowly slipping away, my mind traveling somewhere not where I am right now. My eyes are shut. I see stars, I have a headache. My body aches, my vagina aches, my tits my 12 year old tainted undeveloped slutty ass tits ache.
I slip away, I'm gone. Whatever happened that night, happened. I was drunk. I was being touched in a very inappropriate manner. I passed the fuck out while this disgusting fuck messed with with the only innocence I was holding on to.
Passed the fuck out.
I was gone.