Baby doll

Jane pt2

Jane always felt she needed someone so deep inside of her..
deep enough to make her feel wanted, cared for and appreciated.
She assumed sex was another genuine form of love.
jane was dying to feel loved.
She was lonely in a way that made time go by slower.
So alone to where she would break down in the dark when she absolutely feared of what could possibly creep and linger in it.

The first time he touched her she turned into a wild flower that would take years to bloom over again.

She knew it was wrong, it was all wrong.
Bent over the bed- slammed against a tree- pushed against a table,
having her clothes torn off.

Jane threw away her heart with every wrong touch she would let happen.
She couldn't stand contact without thinking of those nights she couldn't say "No".

Relationships were wrong, the title of owning someone, holding hands, exchanging false or too real emotions made her anxious.

Every man in her life that touched her had made her feel she couldn't be touched without the thought of it being one intention.
For sex and nothing more she offered after that.
Jane knew she was being used but if it meant that she would feel for a night it would be okay.