Pasteleiro
Smile to keep from crying.
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>everything was black, until it wasn't. Coming to felt like swimming up from the depths of a murky pond. When I reached the surface, I found a reality scarier than the darkness. I was on my stomach on an air mattress on a dorm room floor. A man crushed me from above, thrusting into me roughly from behind. With a blurry glimpse over my shoulder, I registered the face of a close friend's brother. My leaden brain, slowly grinding back to full consciousness, struggled to push away unwanted questions: How did I get here? Did I say yes to this?
>oddly, being back in bed with him didn't scare me. We rolled around and made out in the bottom half of a bunk bed. It was all very PG; the way I might have behaved with a high school crush. He didn't push for more and I didn't offer. I woke to find three friends rousing on his grungy sofa and shooting me confused looks—they were friendly with my pretty serious boyfriend.
>everything was black, until it wasn't. Coming to felt like swimming up from the depths of a murky pond. When I reached the surface, I found a reality scarier than the darkness. I was on my stomach on an air mattress on a dorm room floor. A man crushed me from above, thrusting into me roughly from behind. With a blurry glimpse over my shoulder, I registered the face of a close friend's brother. My leaden brain, slowly grinding back to full consciousness, struggled to push away unwanted questions: How did I get here? Did I say yes to this?
>oddly, being back in bed with him didn't scare me. We rolled around and made out in the bottom half of a bunk bed. It was all very PG; the way I might have behaved with a high school crush. He didn't push for more and I didn't offer. I woke to find three friends rousing on his grungy sofa and shooting me confused looks—they were friendly with my pretty serious boyfriend.