i was 15, you could tell by my appearance there was no way i was 18. you are a creep, a perv, downright scum. you lured me to your place that night with empty promises you had no intentions of filling. i said no, i said stop, i said i was done, i said i couldn’t take it. i cried, i went limp, i went silent. you saw all of that and kept going. a 15 year old girl. you just wanted your fun. how can you live with yourself. why would you ask me after it happened if i was 18, you knew the answer, but maybe you knew i’d lie. you were 23. did you know i hid under a truck when i left. hiding from the people on the streets i feared would he just as bad as you. i sat there and cried. i didn’t even process it all until a year later. i pushed it out and forgot about it all. i used to be scared you’d find me on the streets again, or you’d find my work. you scarred me forever. i can’t fathom how you live with that