When It Hurts
Part Three
When It Hurts
Mike pulls away, looking confused like he doesn't understand. "Billie, man, you're going to have to explain that one."
I'm only thirteen. I shouldn't have done it. Kids aren't supposed to do things like that.
I gulp nervously, wiping at my face with the palm of my hand. "I went to Gilman's last night. We started talkin' and then he said he had some beer at his place so I got in his car and went with him." I took a deep breath. "And we started . . ." My voice cracks and I'm sobbing again.
Mike pulls me into another hug, kissing my temple. "Billie . . . did you do something with him?"
I nod into his shoulder.
"Did you have sex with him?" he asks softly.
I shake my head. "No." I whisper. "I . . . I sucked him off. And he kept pushing on the back of my head and when he came I gagged and he made fun of me for it. And then he drove me home and kissed me and called me a pretty slut when I got out of the car."
"Oh, Billie."