But one day I was feeling really vulnerable
And sad
And Terry happened to have texted me..
And the lying begins again.
I picked up my phone and texted back.
And we had a little, non-exciting, conversation.
Then he told me he was ‘in the mood’.
In the mood for what? I asked myself.
And then it hit me.
He wanted to talk dirty.
And I know what you're all thinking….
“Sarah, your rushing through the whole story, slow down and give us more details please.”
And you are completely right, I am rushing through this part.
One, because Terry isn’t so important to the story
And two, because I am ashamed of what I did next..and kind of want to skip over it.
But I cant
Because that’s not what writing this story was supposed to be about
It’s supposed to be honest
Truthful
And if it has to be…
It WILL be harsh.
So here I go, I’ll tell you what I did.
And you have every right to judge.
But I advise you not to.
Because really, it’s not worth your time.
Because I’ve herd it all before.
I sexted.
BAM (smack in the face)
And, AGAIN, I know what you’re thinking.
“Sarah, you can’t sext, because you need pictures for that…of Ebb’s”
Well everyone, you are all wrong.
I sent pictures alright…
Of my boobs…
MY boobs.
Not Ebbs’s boobs.
MY boobs.
Just without my face, and I cropped out anything else that would make him think it wasn’t Emma.
YOU ARE READING
What Happens to LIARS
KurzgeschichtenThis is ME, Sarah Comins, telling you the heartbreaking story of how i came to LIE about my entire life. All of the cruel and hurtfull things i did to innocent people just to boost up my confidence a bit. I, Sarah Comins, am a fake online.
