Carpe Lunae.2.

Thanks for all the comment's guys! I REALLY appreciate it. I have a little content on right now alright? Who ever can finish the rest of this quote get's a one shot one w.e they want " Lose on friend,Lose all friends,..?" But seeing as I'm just a begi

Untrained focus.2.

That Monday my mom had arrived home astonished at the amount of not very well chewed throw up that was surrounding me in the kitchen. I guess to some it was a loving sight to behold, a mother taking care of her ill daughter, but that’s only to the untrained eye. But to those who could see behind the walls of insecurity they saw how my mother knew I had been drinking and after cleaning up the mess I had made. She got the belt and whooped me seventeen times to “teach me a lesson” this only made my teenage angst flare like an Egyptian desert.
I cried like the loser I was and told some of my friends thinking they cared. I guess they did at the time.

Four weeks went by with me waiting for a call, a letter, an email, even a f*****g text message. But guess what! He was too high to pick up a pay-phone and call his soon to be girlfriend.
Another week and some drama filled weekend later I saw his shady figure leaning against my school’s wall. Funny because I believe it was yet another Monday. He waved me over with a smile that re-assured me he wasn’t a complete a*****e and that maybe his dog or.... his ...well something ate my number.
He knew I was too wrapped up in him to care that he had just forgotten about me and he used that to his advantage. He asked me to go to a local show that night and I agreed.
I got ready in my most revealing clothes trying to look “sexy”. Now I realize to look sexy for a guy is useless. If they care about you then even baggy sweat pants and old granny sweaters should be able to turn on your guy. But anyways after that show he invited me out more and more. And soon enough I began to ignore my “kiddie” friends. Everyone saw me change from this innocent cute girl to a w***e.

I had seemed to stop caring. I drank, I smoked, I swore, to put it simply my world was all about John. A couple of months afterwards my mother finally decided to make enough time to have a “stern” talk with me. It consisted of how I had been hanging around with that “Dawson” boy. He’s bad news. I heard that from everyone. He doesn’t have a future. That one was even more frequent.

Summer approached and so did my birthday.
Everyone was throwing some big party for me. It was supposedly a surprise birthday party. That surprise went out the window when my drunk of a boyfriend decided to tell me to make me feel upset. We had a very dysfunctional relationship. He slept around because I wouldn’t give him any. And I lied to everyone telling them he was perfect and that he loved me. What a lie. How could a seventeen going-on eighteen year old druggie fall in love with virgin goody-two shoes fourteen going-on fifteen girl? Exactly it just didn’t happen.

Anyways the night of the big surprise came and I acted shocked and happy. Fake smiles can only hold up for so long before someone realizes your faking it. But then again some people live their lives in fake happiness and lies.
Well back to my special night. I was dressed in some white summer dress that showed I was growing up.
People saw that innocence in me I had long forgotten but as I have said before I was very naive, still am but at least now I know I’ve fucked up. Before I was only under the impression that I had fucked up and didn’t have the time to change. If I only had that time now. Now back to the party, presents we’re given and everyone was partying hard. The music was causing for me to indulge in a very big headache and equally bad mood.
I went upstairs to clear my head... It hadn’t been cleared in a very long time.
Too bad I was in a horrible mood that when some b***h decided to spill her drink on me I punched her in the nose. Poor sad b***h. John heard that I was upstairs and only one idea came to mind. No not to comfort me or to make me smile like he would have done if he was sober. No he had other intentions. He entered the room and kissed my bare shoulder, he led the trail of kisses onto my neck and then up to my lips. I love you he whispered into my ears. That was the first time he had said that to me and that’s all he had to say before I gave in completely. Why did those words have such power over me? It wasn’t the first time I had heard them from someone. What the f**k was wrong with me? But anyways I was his psychologically and physically. I kissed him with more force than I had ever done before. He knew what I wanted and he was more than happy to give it. He grabbed me rougher then I had anticipated and pushed me onto the bed. His hands roamed all over my body hungrily but sloppy. His hand slid up my dress as his trail of kisses led towards the end of my silky lingerie my friends Blazery and Jude helped me pick out. His kisses sent electricity throughout my body. He lifted my dress very rushed. My pulse quickened as he slowly arrived back at my lips. He then proceeded to undo his jeans and slide them off. He paused for a second and looked at me with no concern of how I felt. He then resumed attacking my lips. He gripped my arms and entered me. He started slowly but soon his thrusts escaladed as did my bite on the pillow. The pillow was keeping me from screaming. I didn’t want everyone to know. I never really understood the concept of an orgasm but I’m guessing that’s what happened because just as I felt I could explode he collapsed on top of me. It was over. And I was very glad. Everyone says it’s a bit painful yet very pleasurable. Mother f*****g LIARS. It hurt like a b***h ditched on Valentine’s Day.

But anyways the deed was done.
After we finished he went downstairs leaving me there alone and scared. Nothing was on my mind...I was in somewhat of a dream like state only I didn’t enjoy this.
I went home soon afterwards with all my gifts, bruises, and tear stained cheeks.
My mom was home and she gave me a kiss and told me she loved me. She wished me a happy birthday and she told me I was growing up and I had to be careful. She told me no matter what I would be okay and that everything always worked out. Now I know that was all bullshit but at the time I ate it all up. To put it simply I believed her.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

this was nice and interesting..
i really dont know ..but i kind of feel sorry for this young lady,i feel she fell under the traps of this boy..
its obvious when he left hr for a while without any contact,surely means he never cares..
i liked your reasoning how could a seventeen year old druggie fall in love with fifteen year old girl
and other thing too ,they will care about you even with baggy sweat pants..
another bad sign of this relation,that everyone saw the change from innocent cute girl to a w***e
love relationship will do exactly the opposite..
what happened at the party ,when he showed and followed her upstairs ,supposedly telling her he loved her before he took everything
it seemed to me exactly like it was some kind of rape and not love,leaving her alone and scared
like in a dream that she never liked,and she went home with her gifts,bruises and tear stained cheeks..
i liked the way you told it ,very nice story ,i think you should go on and tell us more..
lovely write..