Regret

I was nine when for the first time,

My friend smooched me without my consent 

Which is a crime.

I never talked to him again but yes have to meet for several times,

It holds regret in me that why I didn't slap him

Or at least said no.

I was fifteen 

When for the first time she told me about his father's evil side

How he was sipping his princess' life,

She told me not to ask her to say no for happing something right

Because he is his father and

She is her child.

As I knew that if this time this woman kept quiet she will be in the same regret that I had from nine,

& I will never be able to forgive me for enabling to save a life.

In the starting I forced her to say no then I requested her and in the end I forced her,

It all sorted when she shouted that no means no!!!