Story of my life.. part 1

Here is my story to whom it may concern..

Freshman year of high school was more than everyone made it out to be. Cute older guys, big sporting events, parties, crazy fights, and a whole new group of friends to discover. I had straight A’s, a varsity letter, and more people I could call friends than ever before. All that was missing was that one special boy who had the power to drive me crazy. Valentines day I came home from school to find a message from a sophomore on facebook. He told me I was cute and he wanted to get to know me better. I was so excited! We talked nearly nonstop. Staying up late at night facetiming while my parents thought I was sound asleep, to texting in class back and forth every minute. I couldn’t get enough of him. His swooshy brown and and dark chocolate eyes had me hypnotized. I was under his spell. In a matter of time we were dating. He was the first boy I brought home to meet my parents. The first boy who was truly interested in me. Our one month fell one day before my 15th birthday. The morning of our one month he surprised me in the gym with a five page handwritten letter explaining to me exactly how he was feeling, his emotions towards me, and why I was so special to him. After reading it, tears in my eyes, he held me close and told me he loved me. I was ecstatic. He loved me. I remember my cheeks aching from smiling all day as I told all my friends the great news. After school we had plans to go to a movie. His mom would take us there, but she wouldn’t be at the school for thirty minutes or so. I suggested we walk to Jimmy Johns for a snack. But he had other plans. He told me to close my eyes and trust him. Of course I did as he said. I expected a sweet, romantic, surprise. But boy was I wrong. He lead me blindly down hallways and through doors. When he told me to open my eyes we stood outside the women’s restroom in an empty wing of the school. What was happening? Why were we here? What did he want? We already talked and agreed we weren’t going to have sex until we were both sure and ready. What was going on?  He tightly grasped onto my wrist and dragged me into the bathroom to the handicap stall. He released my wrist only to grab my hair. He told me not to speak. It wouldn’t have mattered. I was too scared for any words to come out of my mouth. I tried screaming, shouting for help, but no words left my lips. He took off my clothes and raped me. After this we went to the movies and he acted as though nothing was wrong. He came to my house the next day to celebrate my birthday. He brought me a homemade cheesecake and single red rose. I didn’t know what to do. He was my boyfriend. He loved me. But he raped me. I went to my best friend looking for advice. But one of them started telling other people around school. And as word traveled, the story changed. Supposedly I wanted to have sex. I begged him everyday for his dick. I was made fun of every single day from thence on. To this day I still do not understand why. My peers have sex every day, but it’s no big deal. But I was then officially the school slut. Senior boys in my classes dropped me their phone numbers asking for blow jobs and sex. I ran to my boyfriend looking for support. His words shocked me. “Yeah.. You see, I don’t actually like you that much. I just thought you were hot. We’re done.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Everything was a lie.

(part two coming soon)