Looking down from heaven

Does he love me?

Leela's pov
As I pressed my lips against his, I thought that he wouldn't want it.

I didn't know why I was kissing him, because I'd already caused him enough grief.

I couldn't bare the thought I was messing things up even more so I tried to pull away but...his lips had lip locked on mine.

Tears dribbled down my face as I imagined Chloe standing watching us.

I couldn't do this.

When I pulled away, Lucas looked panicked not knowing what he just did.

He sighed.

Was it in despair pair or....
Did he love me?

I needed to make it up to him. I couldn't leave this world without a single person loving me.

I pulled closer to him and winked.

I didn't know what to do.

His hands reached forward to my boobs.

Lucas was a dickhead.
He actually wanted to make out with me?

He massaged them with his hands gazing into my eyes.

My eyes, full of storm, trying to hold back my tears.

But,alas,they ran a mile down my face.

Lucas stopped, obviously not wanting to be with someone who cried and walked away.

I'd made out with my best friend's boyfriend who was just using me for his unknown pervish ways.

I looked down to see my shirt unbuttoned, my skater skirt pulled down slightly and quickly tried to seal my bruises away.

My shaking hands were hard to control as I yelped in fear for what I had done.

There was some coins left on his seat with a note saying:

'Thanks for the time. I was bored and I knew I could get with you whore, anyway here's some dirt cheap pay'

What had I done?

Does this mean I'm...

A prostitute? A slut? A whore?

And worse, to my best friends boyfriend.

My mascara smothered my cheeks like the black monster inside me that is trying to crawl out, screaming at the horror I had just performed.

I was a filthy whore.