betwixt

April

April 1, 2014         1:00 pm

            So I was going to pull a prank you guys but decided against it. Sorry for being lame.

April 1, 2014         1:15 pm

            Psych major! You responded with a simple. ‘I don’t know. Maybe you’re making her up too.’

            Idiot! If my mom can see her I sure as hell am not making Emma up. Besides I don’t think even my imagination is capable of making up such a pretty girl. I’m 125% sure Emma is real. See real.

            {insert picture of Emma making a silly face}

April 4, 2014         2:00 pm

            Today my brother is taking me street racing. My brother is pretty well known at the races. He always picks the best car to bet on. Hoping to make some quick cash tonight. We might head to a party after. Depends on whether the cops catch a wiff.

April 5, 2014         1:45 am

            I did something horrible.

            I slept with someone who wasn’t her. I actually lost my virginity tonight. To a guy. 24. Dominican. Long hair. Criminal history. Jobless. Once dated my brothers ex-girlfriends mom who’s like 35 for almost a year. Knew me since back in extra awkward middle school years [say sixth grade?]. Knows I have an extra big crush on him. Nicknamed Puton (pronounced: poo-tone) [male slut] by my brother.

            I don’t know what I was thinking! We were at the races when suddenly lights and sirens began going off. I couldn’t find my brother so I just followed him into his friends’ car. Ended up sitting on his lap because of how many people were hitching a ride. His friend said it was not safe to go back in that direction and somehow we had made it out of the state, like we were actually being followed the whole way. Come to find out his friend had drugs stashed in the car and was on parole so he did not want to risk it. And Puton was on parole for drugs too, if he got caught he would end up in jail for more than just a year this time.

            Since I didn’t know anyone else in the car, I also had no money; I had to stay with Puton and his friend while everyone else took a bus back home. His friend went to his other friends’ house, a drug dealer he was close to, and asked if he could stay. Puton, not wanting to impose since he had to take care of me too, walked me to his own friend’s house, who was a 21 year old college woman who had a bad alcohol addiction (I could tell by her fridge which only had beer in it). She was going to a party and was probably not going to come back so she left us in here house alone.

            I awkwardly sat on the couch watching television, Puton sat at the dinner table messing around with her lap top drinking beer. It was the first time I was ever alone with him. Bored, and wanting to break the ice between us, I grabbed a beer from the fridge. At first he playfully scolded me but since my brother often let me drink in his presence he did not take it away from me.

            But one beer led to three beers lead to six beers lead to “Just a peek.” As I got on my knees and unzipped his pants.

            After awkwardly ignoring the growing tension in his pants he walked past me to grab another beer, which made me offer him another and another and another until he was climbing over me positioning himself between my shaky legs.

            Suddenly there is pain between my legs, my nipple is being bitten, and I’m shouting in both pain and pleasure.

            I wake up at 11:50 to find Puton wrapped around me. I move him away lightly groaning as the pain on my lower back becomes obvious. I try to stand only to fall on the floor from the pain shouting up from my southern region. I look down and find a lot of blood. Not enough to look like a murder scene but enough to alert you to the truth. There is also [what I’m pretty sure is] dried cum on my stomach [since I’ve never seen it in person before].  I try to stand up again. I slowly and carefully make my way to the bathroom where I find my body covered in bruises.