My friends left me alone after I told them that I needed some time to think. Our friendship ended after four years. Now that I had no one to turn to when I was upset, I felt this panic rise in my chest whenever I saw Luca around the school. I graduated with grades around 80 to 89% in each of my classes, and I decided to take a gap year before deciding on a college. Summer was possibly the worst part of it all.

My parents often went to work early in the mornings, and I didn't see them until 6:00 p.m. every day. I had so much time to myself, and it terrified me. Writing became an outlet for me. I wrote about the incident that scarred me for life and had gone to bed without shutting off the computer. That was the biggest fucking mistake I made in a long time.

When I walked downstairs the next morning, my parents were waiting for me at the kitchen table. Did they take the day off or something? I sat down across from them, and my father showed me the story I had written last night. Oh, shit. Why did I not shut the computer off?

"Mickey, did this happen to you?" my mom asked me, tears in her eyes. I just bit my bottom lip and let my gaze slip towards the top of the table. Luca had told me to not tell anyone about what had happened that night. He threatened to do far worse if I told someone. That threat is still fresh in my mind to this day.

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"For being a virgin, you know how to please a man," Luca whispered in my ear as I tried not to flinch. He held me close to him, and I worked hard not to whimper. Luca kissed my neck softly, and a whimper escaped from my lips. Turning my head to meet his gaze, he kissed me roughly, wanting to stick his tongue in my mouth. I blocked his advances, and his hand trailed to my ass.

I whimpered in fear again and opened my mouth slightly. Luca took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in. He broke the kiss and whispered this warning into my ear, "if you tell anyone, I will make your life a living hell." All I can do is nod because of how terrified I am. He smiled and kissed my nose before we get dressed again.

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"Michael Moore!" my father says as I snap out of that flashback, tears in my eyes. I look up at them and nod "yes" in response to my mother's question. My mother holds my hand, tears running down her face. I can't help but start crying because of how scared I am. Does this count as telling someone or does it not count because they found out first?