Love: Realy as confusing as it sounds

Forbidden love

Love is one of the most confusing things you’ll ever encounter in your life. It plays with your emotions and leaves you feeling drained. You’ll never understand quite why you put yourself though it, until you see the face of your beloved staring back at you.

It was a fine summer’s day, warm and humid, as I stepped outside. Nothing would prepare me for what today had in store for me. At school, everything was dreary and normal. As the bell went for break, I felt a little different than usual. Assuming it was the weather, I proceeded to walk to the computer room, which is where I spend most of my time. After the usual insults being said and projectiles thrown at me, I was allowed to lean on the desk and look over at my boyfriend, Rece. Our relationship had never been perfect, and it never would be. His parents hated me, as he forced me to send him uncensored nude images over social networks. I hated it, but I couldn’t do anything. He would hurt me if I did.

Whilst thinking about this, I saw something wonderful. I looked up, to see what Rece was doing, and how much he was bragging about the intimate moments I forced to share with him. Instead I was met by the most beautiful face I have ever seen. He pulled me off the desk and hugged me. The embrace was so warm and welcoming. I never wanted it to end. “My name is Cameron” Said the lips that I so desired to kiss. He took my hands for a moment to examine the two scars on them. Rece show from across the room, and took me in his arms. “I see you’ve met my girlfriend.” He snorted, triumphantly. “Yes. I think we’ll be good friends.” Cameron retorted. “I’m Keera” I said quietly. “It’s nice to meet you Keera” He laughed. I laughed too. Rece gave me a strange look, before going back to the other side of the room to continue gloating.

“I miss him already.” I said to myself quietly, while waiting for the bus, that afternoon. Rece walked past me, to catch his, and smiled at me, in the way that only he could. Everyone else thought it was cute. I knew that it was just a part of an elaborate plan to make everyone think he was nice, and I was going mad. No one would believe me about the abuse I was suffering. No body but Cameron. When I told him, two weeks into our friendship, he suddenly became very protective of me. He would wait with me, until my bus came, and then he would go home himself. He would not let Rece anywhere near me. He gave me hugs when I felt scared, and I almost kissed him once. We where really close, and I couldn’t stop looking at those lovely lips. I just wanted to throw myself onto him and kiss him, until we both ran out of breath.

Rece started to notice the way I looked at Cameron, and he could see that I was in love. Rece decided to tell me one night over private messaging that he was going to start coming over to my house every two weeks. I shuddered. This was his way of trying to stop me falling for Cameron entirely. He was already too late. It was love at first sight. I cried for a long time, over my love for Cameron, and not being able to express it.

The next day, I ran to the computer room, hoping I’d get there before Rece. Rece was nowhere to be seen. Iran to Cameron, he took me in his arms, and asked me what was wrong. “Rece is going to start coming to my house!” I cried. “But I don’t love him.” I whispered. “I see. So why are you still with him?” He asked me. “I’m afraid of him, you see.” I coughed.  “I’ll help you.” He yelled. “But, if you don’t love him, who is the one you have, been writing poetry about and singing about. Only yesterday you told me you are madly in love.” “I am madly in love, Cameron, with you.” I blushed. The fear of rejection kicked in and I wondered if he would ever talk to me again, if he didn’t have feelings for me. I apologized. He took me in his arms “You look beautiful when you blush.” He complemented me. I pushed my body closer to his and kissed his smooth, warm lips. It was heaven on earth. This is exactly what I wanted. Right up until we stopped kissing from lack of breath, and I turned around to see a ferocious looking Rece.

“You s**t. I knew it. I knew you’d been cheating on me with him. Was I not enough for you?” He roared, making a scene in front of everyone. “I never cheated. That was the first time we have kissed. You treated me so badly, what did you expect. He’s always here for me, you’re always here to hit me, and call me names.” I yelled. The students watching confirmed that that was indeed our fist kiss, and that they had seen him abusing me. Rece leapt at me with the power of an angry lion. He scratched my cheek and then threw me out in the rain. I watched for the window as he met with Cameron’s fist, multiple times, and fell unconscious. The next thing I saw was him being put into an ambulance. He was brought past me in a stretcher. He asked them to wait. He apologized to me for everything.

After he had gone and the piercing sound of the ambulance was just a murmur in the distance, Cameron’s loving arms scooped me up and cuddled me. “Are you okay, babe?” He asked lovingly. “Let’s get you in the warm.” He put me down by a puddle of Rece’s spilled blood.” I proceeded to touch it, but changed my mind. He couldn’t hold me back anymore, and I had what I wanted now. “We sure showed him, didn’t we?” Cameron chirped. “We sure did.” I said quietly. I felt a little sorry for Rece. He had anger issues and r cared about me. He bullied me, because he was scared he would lose me. But it was his own fault, and I’m over him. This was the third time we had broken up, so it really was for the best.

That weekend, Cameron came to stay with me for the night. I was so exited, and went home at lunch to get ready for his arrival. I really couldn’t wait, as I found myself waiting for him to arrive. As his car pulled up, I had never felt so nervous and exited. After saying goodbye to his mum, we headed up to my house. It was a beautiful day. I had never been happier. When we got to my house we put his things down in my bedroom and we sat talking for an hour or so. I kissed him, after my nervousness had subsided. He began kissing and biting my neck, and I felt something I had never felt before. I liked it. He gave me a heart shaped box of Pralines. My favourite. He was really appealing to my romantic side.

 After this, we took a walk to the park. We sang together. It was beautiful. He has the voice of an angel. I began to think about what it would be like for us to live together. I sang about it. He clapped at the end. We kissed and I decided we should take a walk to the river next. When we got there, we stayed for hours, chatting about anything and everything. We watched the sun set together. After sharing another kiss, we decided to go home. It was getting late so we got changed and lay on the bed together. As he laid kissing and biting my neck and gliding his perfect hands over my body, I longed for more. I was unsure how to tell him so, I took his face in my hands and kissed him passionately. He understood this and obliged me. This is when I knew he was the one, the one I had been searching for since I was 12. I had always told myself that if I waited, prince charming would come to me, because everyone has one somewhere, they just have to find them.