Damaged!

How do you admit to some truths…. Damaged goods! That’s the echo in my head… Takes me a back to the time, before the encounter, that time he forced his hands up my skirt, before he forced my naked ass to sit on his thighs, I remember the room, it was a dark one four…

He touched me

This is her story, so next time just before you judge her why she did it and why she stays the way she does, remember someone touched her.The best you could do, instead of judging her is helping her get over it. He touched me, touched me a place he shouldn’t  have, he said it…