Ryan wasn't stopping. My eyes couldn't focus right, and I was so weak, but I still tried to fight him off with everything I had left in me.
Yes, he was my boyfriend. Under normal conditions, I had no problem with him taking my virginity. In fact, on the night of the last party, my main goal had been to finally let him take it.
If he had just asked me back in the car when we were both completely sober, I definitely would have said yes. But this was not that. This was something completely different and scary.
I was not going to be a girl who got r***d. I simply couldn't let that happen to me. I knew if it happened, I would never be the same again. I would completely lose my mind. That was the only reason I kept trying to push him off me.
“Stop resisting! I'm your boyfriend!” he yelled in
