The day everything fell apart.

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Recently me and Corey started talking again and man it was great while it lasted. We went to Andrews and at first it was kind of awkward but then we walked into Andrews room. At first I was nervous because i never did anything before. But Corey didn't care he just wanted to use me. As we were making out, Corey reached up my shirt and started feeling up in my bra. Of course I let it happen because I  loved him. As things start getting steamed up, i started to bite his neck. Satisfied with this, Corey gets on top of me and starts grinding on my body. While im still biting his neck I started breathing heavily in his ear which made him go faster. Corey gets off and lays down next to me holding my sides.  He rolls over to me a little bit and starts biting my neck. I go to start biting his neck afterwards and he grabs my arms and pins me to the bed while still biting my neck. After he's done he notices that he left a hickey, a pretty big one. I didn't really care so I started biting his neck and he slowly starts putting his hands in my pants, I got scared and stopped biting his neck. He moves his hands away from my pants realizing I'm  not up for that yet. After I left all i could think about is how much i love him, and how I want to be with him. I started remembering all of our happy times together. But after that day he wouldn't really talk to me, I would go to the park and he would be there. He wouldn't say a word to me. Not one. I felt invisible to him. For the first time I started realizing he doesn't love me and he never did. So I called everything off between us. I couldn't handle it. When you love something so much you have to let it go. And that was the hardest thing to do. It's been almost a week since I called it off and it still hurts. When I'm around him I act like I'm fine but when I'm with Andrew or anybody else I know I'm not fine. I know I'm slowly tearing myself apart. And I hate that. I'm not Violet anymore I feel like he created something in me that is no longer happy. I hate him. But then I love him. He's my addiction that I haven't gotten over for two years. Two years we've been on and off together. He's my best friend, my first love, but most importantly my addiction. Addictions aren't healthy. So I had to let him go.

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