"You ready?...if you're not we can do this another time".
"No,I'm ready".
To being honest I wasn't ready,I wasn't ready to lose my virginity to someone I met a few days ago but if you wanted to fit in you had no choice to put your feelings aside and deal with it.
Before I moved to America with my mom,I lived in a household that was never one to raise a child in. I started smoking and drinking at thirteen,abused by my father, almost raped and worst of all I developed anxiety all because of bullies. Most might say it was my mother's fault for marrying a psycho but as my nana says, "the human eye doesn't always see the truth at first sight".
Now you're probably wondering how my mom and I got out of the situation.
She killed him,my lovely innocent mother killed my drug loving father.
"How was it? Want some more?!".
"It was a lovely experience,we should do it again some other time"...Ugh I hate cocky fucks like him,they can't even do one job properly. It sucks that the world's full of them.
It's now six in the morning and I could smell the lovely breakfast my mom was making. "ONIKA, WAKE UP".
"I'M UP MAMA". I slowly dragged my body off the bed before falling to the ground. I hated the fact that I had to go to that place called hell and be surrounded by fake ass people who desperately needed help just 'like me' but Instead i 'got help'. My mom insisted that I go to therapy to help with my anxiety and 'family trauma'.
Did I like the idea of telling a random person about my life? No,not at all.
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True feelings
Novela JuvenilThis story is about a 18 year old girl who talks about her every day life living with trauma,anxiety and the life of most teenagers. NOTE:violence,language...
