Marissa

At that point, I left my body.

I had probably said no and stopped forever.

40 times.

And he just kept saying, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

Relax.

He even told me that he loved me twice.

And because of the nature of our relationship, that's why it felt like he wasn't talking to me because there was no previous interaction that would have given him a reason to say that.

After some time passed, he had thrusted back.

That's when I rolled to the side a little bit and he rolled over.

And that's when I got up and I started to frantically put on my pants.

Keep in mind, this whole time my shirt stayed on and we never kissed on the lips.

I grabbed my pants and I grabbed my shoes and I ran.

I remember the first thing I saw when I opened the sliding door was a football player asleep on the couch.

I looked back at him and he was frantically putting on his pants and trying to get his clothes on.

I ran up his stairs and I ran out the side door.

I am running down this cul-de-sac.

I'm trying to call my friend who was supposed to be right around the corner, and I can't even verbalize what's going on.

I am so in shock.

I tell her something bad happened.