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"Come one, Layla! It'll be fine. Jut stay calm and everything is gonna be okay." I could smell some odd drug in the breath that hit the soft skin on my fragile neck. I was scared shit-less. I couldn't do this, I was only 12. My mother always told me to wait until marriage.
"Okay." I agreed, although the voice in my head was screaming.
It felt horrible when his hand's touched me. It made me want to puke, but I didn't stop.
"Okay." I agreed, although the voice in my head was screaming.
It felt horrible when his hand's touched me. It made me want to puke, but I didn't stop.