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KIMBERLY
Using my mirror, I noticed how red and swollen my eyes were. Fuck. Unzipping my tent, I stand up and walk outside. I was the first one awake. Grabbing my phone, I sit on a chair outside as I wait for someone else to wake. My phone buzzes with a message. 
Will: you awake? 
Me: yeah
Will: i'm coming over.
I don't respond to his message and a few minutes later, I see him walking over to me. He grabs another chair to sit beside me. "You alright?" he asks.
I nod. "I'm fine." I mutter.
He frowns. "No you aren't. Is it because of last night? I wouldn't have tried anything if I knew you were-" his words trail off.
"If I were what?" I snap.
"A virgin." he softly replies.
"It's whatever." I mumble. 
"I didn't mean to hurt you." he whispers.
"So you knew I was hurting yet you still treated me like that?" I ask. 
His eyes widen and he shakes his head. "Will. I really want to be alone right now. Please can you go?"
"I apologised. What more can you want?" he exclaims.
"Space." I mutter, rolling my eyes.
He stands up and leans down so his face was inches from mine. "You should consider yourself lucky." he tells me. "Other men wouldn't have stopped if you asked." he whispers in my ear. A shiver runs down my spine at his words and a fresh wave of emotion fills me. "Fuck you," I whisper back.
He storms back off and when he's out of sight I let the tears fall. My head was resting in my hands as I softly cried into them. I hated this so much. I couldn't even understand why I was feeling the way I was. 
"Are you okay?" I hear someone ask.
I drop my hands to see Isla, staring at me concerned. "I'm fine." I whisper.
She walks over to me. "No you aren't."
"Isla please just go. I can't deal with this now."
Her eyes soften. "Kim you were my best friend and I was yours. Whatever it is, you can tell me."
I stare at my ex best friend while more tears pour of my eyes. "Will tried it with me last night." I whisper. I had to tell someone. Anyone. I didn't care if it was Isla. 
"And? Was it not good?"
"I didn't want it." I whisper, my voice trembling.
Something washes over her and her jaw clenches. "He raped you?" she whispers.
I shake my head. "No. One second we were kissing and the next I was up against a tree. He took my shirt off and I was fine with it until he tried taking off my shorts. I told him to wait and he was telling me to shush and that he wanted to please me." I pause to see Isla's reaction and she looked pissed off. "I thought what was the worst that could happen. I mean he wasn't going to hurt me and he tried to finger me and it hurt. I couldn't take it and I cried." my voice breaks. "He let go of me and he was so cold to me after that. The loving boy that held my hand and kissed my face and called me gorgeous. It was like it was someone else and I felt-" I pause to think of the right word.
"Used." Isla whispers.
I nod my head and she grabs my hand. "You have every right to feel that way, Kim." she tells me. "He wasn't kind to you and he was forceful and he shouldn't have acted that way with you."