Everything Happens For A Reason

Chapter 2: Memories

The world is a rough place and I'd known that at a young age. Living with my mom and siblings was the hardest period of my 15years of existence.

My father left. He told us that he was going for work and he was going to come back and we'd live a better life with all the riches we'd want. Obviously I didn't believe him. I would usually cry when either of my parents left but I didn't cry this time around. Was it because I'd had enough and wanted him gone for almost killing my mother? Was it because I'd wanted him gone for all the times he'd grounded me for no apparent reason or the times he'd come home drunk and shout at my mother? God I loved my mother more than anything. I would do anything to see her happier than ever and my father leaving left us with little easy making her happy.

He took the car, he took most of the money to start a financially stable career in Tanzania and he took most of his CD's. He left for two years. Yes is wasn't that long and there are other people who don't have fathers or meet their father for the first time in 18 years, but in Africa, time moves by really slowly and everything happens so fast.

In that time he'd been gone I had a boyfriend. He'd broken up with me the first time around, and I broke up with him the last time. I don't know what drove me to do it, it just happened. Maybe it was the way he acted after I'd tell him I couldn't go on a date, or maybe it was the way he kissed, EW.

See Michael had been the first guy I had dated in high school. He was a senior and I was a junior. We had that honey moon phase for a while and it never bothered us. We kept trying to please each other, in a non-sexual way of course.

I remember when we broke up for the first time. God I was a mess. I cried, I didn't want to believe my eyes. Yeah, he dumped me over text. Can you believe that? But I let it go. I knew he had lost the best thing he'd ever have. I knew it wasn't the end of the world and I sucked it up. I was in my second year of high school and there were other guys that were to come in the near future.

A day passed by and he texted me asking to get back together. Pussy. Reluctantly I said yes. Little did I know things were going to change for the worst.

Now living with my mother, my sister and my bug of a brother, life was totally not favoring me. I rarely went out, not that it made any difference as I hated going out, I didn't like people and going out was definitely not something I'd do to pass time.

But time and time again I'd turn him down because of such circumstances. I knew going on dates was something couples do to show off each other and to get closer, build the relationship, get to know each other more and so on. When I finally gone on one of those ridiculous stereotypical movie dates I knew nothing good could come out of it. All he wanted to do was make out and I wasn't up for it. If that was what he wanted to do then I had wasted money.

"Look I can't keep kissing you, I want to watch the movie" I said as I shoved popcorn up my mouth.

After the movie we went far, it was getting dark and I wanted to go home.

Walking around the empty mall was not at all romantic but I went with it. He pushed me into an empty hall and started kissing me. He was getting hard and I could feel it.

"Want to feel my cock?" he asked me trying to sound smooth. Then he crossed the last line. I was a fucking minor. I didn't know anything about dicks besides the stuff they taught us in school and the stuff I'd seen in porn videos. I was not about to grab his dick.

At that moment I wanted to go home. On our way to buying ice cream my mother called. Thank fuck.

"She wants me to go home" I told him trying to sound sad but I was low key happy.