I was convinced he loved me. He said he did, and I just believed him. I was only fifteen. He took advantage of my unawareness, and used it however he wanted to. Everything he did to me, I thought it meant he loved me. I thought it meant he cared about me. 

Every time he kissed me.

Every time he touched me.

Every time we… 

No. I'm not going back to that.

I'd go home and interact with my family, acting like nothing happened at school, in the classroom when no one was around. 

He'd make sure I stayed after everyone was gone. It was either detention or needing to tell me something. He never needed to tell me anything. Never needed to send me to detention. 

My parents were concerned about how much I was getting fake detention. I was a good student, always had been. They thought I was going through a phase and would change soon enough. 

They thought everything about me, assumed things that weren't true. But I couldn't blame them, if I'd only told them about me and him. About the things he'd done to me.

I just want it to stop. 

I wish I could just come clean and end all of this.

But he threatened me. 

Any time I said I'd tell the principal, he said that he'd hurt me. 

I'm not sure what he meant by hurt, he's already hurt me enough emotionally. 

What else could he possibly do?