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At first he didn't. He positioned himself so he was sitting on my stomach, then he grabbed my wrist, for such a small kid he sure had a tight grip. He picked my hand up off of the floor, and he put it on his chest, and I could feel his heart beating, which is strange because I didn't think he had one. Then he moved it all the way down, to the top if his jeans and told me had to take them off. Oh god, this was it, I was gonna get raped, right here on the kitchen floor, My mother warned me not to leave the city. She said I would get raped if I was all alone, and now it was happening. Although I wasn't entirly sure if it really was rape, because