My vision is still blurred with tears, but thankfully no more are forcing their way up. “My mother didn’t think so,” I say, speaking more to the ceiling than to Ethan, my eyes locked on a crack running from the top of the wall to the fan in the middle. He was way too old to be messing around with a fourteen-year-old. “Lila, everything about that story was wrong on the guy’s part. He scoots closer, placing a hand on top of my rib cage, just below my breast. “I didn’t put up very much of a fight when he was tying me up.” I roll my eyes, more than anything to keep the tears from escaping, because he’s saying everything I wished my mother would have said when I told her, but instead she told me it was my fault and made me feel more like the whore everyone was telling me I was. You were fourteen and didn’t know any better.” “I instigated our relationship… It wasn’t entirely his fault.” He should have never been with you, let alone tied you to a bed your first time.” “The guy who was twenty-two was fucked up.
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