: This chapter is a whole trigger warning so please and please read with caution.
Remember I warned you :)
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The day I moved into the apartment I swear I didn't expect to be in this current situation.
The slow kisses on my neck was making me queasy and sick all over but I knew not to complain about it otherwise she'd have hurt me way worse than she did last night.
I let her have her way with my body, making sure not to look her in the face otherwise I know I'd have vomited everywhere.
"Did it hurt? I'm sorry." Her sickingly sweet voice sounded brushing her bony fingers through my hair.
Yet I couldn't do anything but nod slowly, devoid of any emotion..... but pain.
Pain and regret.
I wouldn't say I was not warned because I was. I was warned not to trust her.. but did I listen? Of course I didn't because then I wouldn't be in this situation.
Confused?
Wait let me take you all on a journey of where it all started...........
Now I moved into apartment 34 in the summer of 2003. I was 20 then, well on my way to 21.
After much research and energy I had finally found a nice apartment that was just perfect for myself as I went to college.
A two bedroom, one bathroom house. A little cramped up but still very nice.
Now the apartment wasn't very far from my school's campus, a ten minute walk and five minute drive.
I hadn't gotten a car yet seeing as I was from a lower middle class family and was only going to this school based off a scholarship.
The school was a very prestigious one, only the richest of the rich or the smartest of the smart attended. So trust you could already imagine my excitement when I'd seen I had been accepted for a fully funded scholarship at the Ivy league college.
Now back to the apartment issue. The moment I moved in I got a lot of welcomes from the people who lived in the other apartment numbers.
Well except the one in front of mine. I'd asked one of the girls that stayed in the apartment next to mine who I'd grown a little close with if anyone even lived there.
"Yeah." She said "But she just doesn't come out often but right now I think she travelled out. I don't really know. But what I do know is she got some of that good generational money."
I just laughed at the term she used, "But if she got money why'd she be living in a apartment like this?"
Robyn just shrugged with a laugh, "I don't know, go ask her."
Now Robyn, 23 year old tattoo artist shared the apartment next to mine with a roommate- Lauren- a bubbly, always overexcited 19 year old who didn't know the meaning of personal space whatsoever.
They were cool people.. I guess. We threw quite a handful of sleep over parties over the two months I was there until the school term had finally begun in September.
As a freshman studying nursing I was a bit nervous for my first day. I just hoped that none of the students there would be snobby and self entitled.
I just came to get an education and not into problems.
I put on a nice looking first day of school outfit not too flashy but not too laid back either as I then tied my hair up into a bun and got my book bag filled with all my essentials.
