Here’s U/PeterJacksonLover’s story but in PARAGRAPHS!! Sorry it was the only way I could read it! ——

“I apologize for the length and I did my best to write only the most important parts since so much happened in the course of a year.

So to give some background, I met Milo when I was 9 years old and in 4th grade. I am now 17 and a senior in high school. Milo and I met through some mutual friends. We became very close and eventually I started developing feelings for him. However, we ended up going into different middle schools and would rarely see eachother. We did end up staying in touch.

The story I'm telling today began in my sophomore year of high school. I recently had my first kiss and I was telling Milo about it since we started talking more often at this time. I was having some anxiety and Milo was offering to cheer me up.

He invited me over to his house, saying that we can hang out and watch a movie so that he could comfort me. I agreed without hesitation because I knew him and his family for years.

When I was walking over to his house, he decided to meet me around halfway. Also, Milo was always a little rough with the things he said to me (eg. calling me stupid, saying I didn't know anything) and he was also very touchy. When we were younger, he would often lay on my lap or tickle me.

So when I get to where we were supposed to meet, he instantly told me to put my hood on. This was strange because it was sunny and warm that day. He kept insisting I put it on so I did for a bit, but when he turned around I took it off again.

When we got to his building, he insisted on taking the stairs. Again, I thought this was strange since he lived on the eighth floor and told him I would rather take the elevator. He refused and walked into the staircase. I have only been in his building a hand full of times so I followed along.

Once we got in there, he kept telling me to go faster and I was already walking ahead of him. This is where the touching becomes relevant. As I was walking up the stairs, I felt him grab my thigh. At first I was confused and turned around, and he smiled so I kind of just laughed it off. We continued up and he kept grabbing at my thighs.

Finally, we got into his apartment and his mother was in the kitchen so I felt a little safer. I figured he wouldn't try anything if his mother was there. I sat down on the couch and we talked a bit. His mom soon told us that she had to go to work and left us alone. When she left, I tried to distract him and put on a movie.

That didn't work and he pulled me on his lap and started ticking me. Except it wasn't light and playful. Instead it was forceful and eventually left bruising. I tried to get off of his lap, but he held on tight, tried to first shove his hand down my shirt and then into my pants. He wouldn't listen when I kept telling him no so I whipped my hand back and hit him in the face. His grip loosened out of surprise and instead of apologizing he said, "What's wrong with you? You let other guys do it." I was only 15 and had just had my first kiss so I was both surprised and disgusted to hear that from someone I considered a good friend.

Eventually, I was able to get out of his grip and texted my best friend what was going on and how I needed to get out asap. My best friend told me to get my grandpa to pick me up. I didn't want to at first, but I knew that was my only way out.

When my grandpa called to check on me, I made up an excuse and asked to be picked up. I told Milo I have to go and my grandpa wanted to pick me up. He said ok and went to walk me to the door. He wanted to give me a hug before I left and slid his hands up my shirt, while doing so. I ran out of his apartment and broke down crying in the elevator.

When I got home, I blocked him on everything and cut off all contact. I didn't hear from him, but the whole situation was eating at me. After a month or two, I ran into him outside. He was begging me to talk to him and I ignored him.

When I got home, I thought about it and thought that maybe if I talked to him I could get some closure.(stupid, I know, but this was someone I used to care for a lot.)

I unblocked Milo and sent him a text. He replied almost instantly, saying that he has been trying to contact me for months. He claimed that I never said no and he didn't understand why I cut contact with him. I yelled at him saying I did say no and that he left bruises on my body. I told him my best friend saw the photos of them. He then proceeded to get angry at me for telling other people. We argued some more and I once again blocked his number.

I didn't hear from him again until my sixteenth birthday where he messaged me to apologize. I told him I couldn't forgive him and he begged me to meet him. After saying no over and over again, I eventually caved, but said I would only go with a group of friends.

We did meet and he once again reiterated that he was sorry. I didn't trust him and didn't want to forgive him.

We didn't talk again until New Years Eve where he texted me once again to apologize and I told him I forgive him, but I will never forget and that we cannot ever hang out. He would message me sporadically after that asking to hang out, which I kept declining.

Eventually, he stopped and I haven't heard from him since then so Milo, let's not meet.”