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She looked at the mirror with the prettiest expression she could make. She sucked in her gut and finished brushing her hair. "Matt's at the door," her mom yells up. She tip toes down the steps and through the door. Matt's there, high again. He's stabbing at the flowers in their lawn with his pocket knife. He grabs at her wrist and with his red eyes winks. "Get in," he orders. She jumps in the car as he drives off while she's still closing the door. He turns the radio up really loud. It's annoying rap that echos in her ears. He asks her if she wants to park up hill. She agrees. She can't decide why she likes Matt. She doesn't want to like him, but she does. He's obnoxious, always high, and rude. She can't describe what it is. He stops the car and pulls out a condom. She protests saying, "wait until I'm 18, too." Being as high as he is, he gets out and pulls her door open. She steps out, shaking nervously. He looks her up and down and lays her down. She struggles and tries to break free. He thinks she's teasing him and forces her down while on top of him. He looks into her scared eyes and pulls her pants off. She cries as he tries to shush her.