As he grasped my waist

Pulling me in so slightly

His rough bruised hands

Caress my body as if I were some doll he was trying to hold

I try moving his hand but he wouldn’t stop

gracefully slips his hand down the armor that one calls clothes

Unclasping my bra as though it meant nothing to me

I tried stopping him but I couldn’t he wouldn’t listen

“I don’t think we should”

Saying the five words that I thought I would never say

I nudged.

“Please no”

I pushed.

“I really don’t think we should”

I pulled away.

“I just want to go home”

But he wouldn’t stop

Salty Water started dripping down my face

Not knowing what to do

Or what else to say