IVY
I froze.
When I readied myself to be struck by him, I expected for him to use his fist, and not his lips.
Whatever this was, sudden and invasive, knocked me off my senses, and my ability to think.
I was still as a statue for a couple of seconds, before it finally dawned on me what was truly happening.
Panic erupted in me like a volcano, the moment everything clocked for me.
Naturally, my first instinct was to push him away, so I tried.
With every strength I could muster at that jittery moment, I pushed.
He didn't budge. His lips only just clamped down harder around mine.
“No, please no!” I screamed in my head.
This wasn't happening. It was a dream. There was no world in which it was possible that I– that I–
I just couldn't even bring myself to say it without completely fall
