Story of my life.. Part 2

continuing on from Story of my Life part 1…

He broke up with me. I couldn’t believe it. He raped me. But I still couldn’t believe he left me, just like that. I went to school everyday being teased and harassed. Until this guy whose name I didn’t even know, told me that he knew I didn’t want to have sex with him. (I’ll call him Nick, not real name.) He told me that he’d stick up for me. He’d protect me. Of course I thought he was just acting nice to get what all the other boys wanted. I bitched him out. I yelled at him. I told him to leave me alone, I didn’t want to talk to him. I didn’t want to have anything to do with him. But he still kept talking to me. And one day as we were talking an upperclassman came and tried to convince me to give him a blowjob. Nick got so mad, he punched the guy square in the face. I was in shock. Someone would risk getting suspended to protect and defend me? After this I decided to give Nick a chance. Nick was so dorky, so weird, not the most popular, a bit overweight, short straight hair that fell center in his forehead.. My point is, he was no guy you’d look at and say “wow. what a hunk!” or “I’d love to get to know him.” He was a bit of an outcast. Just like me. And in a matter of a few weeks, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I wasn’t sure though. He was nice and funny, but I never even thought about dating him. He was no where close to my type. But I said sure. Not even a yes, I looked at him and said “uhh, sure..” And that was the best decision I have ever made. He held me tight and told me he would never let go. He wanted to be my rock, the shoulder I came to cry on, and make me happy. Now you have to understand a few things about both of us at this point. Nick had never had a girlfriend. Never had a first kiss. Never really even talked to girls. Never done anything illegal. As for me? I had depression, anxiety, had just recently been raped, started up habits of drinking every night, smoking, and cutting. But no one knew that. The first time we got together, outside of school, I told him this. He looked at me with saddened eyes. “You’ll never have to go through this alone from now on..” he said. “I will always be here for you.” And he was, since the very beginning. When I was with him I stopped smoking, stopped drinking, and stopped cutting. I even stopped swearing for the most part. It sounds cheesy, but he brought out the better side of me. He was there when I found out that the rape had given me herpes and HIV. He was there when I had to get an abortion, so my parents wouldn’t kick me out of the house. He was there when my parents cheated on one another and fought in front of me and my little brother. He was there whenever I’d feel an urge to cut, drink, smoke, or harm myself in any way. He respected me. He cared for me. And he loved me. We came a long ways from where we started. But it ended abruptly the night before Christmas…

(true life. part 3 coming soon)