I have gone through that myself. With two marriages. I told myself never again will I let it happen.
This is Alternate Universe, not Canon. And I agree with your assessment. In my fortune, I managed to stop things from progressing any further. But the memories of being touched in a way that shatter my trust completely still haunts me to this day. He can say what he wants but young though I was, I knew what he was really after. So instead of complying to his request to stay silent, I am not a fool. I know better than to hold onto shame and pride in these matter so I told my mother immediately after once we left his home. I saw him perhaps as a father figure and she had accepted the idea. But I am too wise for my age, I will not scream but I defend myself the best I could. He too knew better than to force me any further, that is perhaps what kept me safe. Since then I never return there. Now, interacting with men regardless their age put me on edge.
You could say I have developed a phobia of men. I am never in luck with them. To my misfortune, I have never feel that spark of romance either but ironically I wrote romance, lol. Maybe my shared experience could add more dimensions to this story as the more lucky survivor?
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