I Sold my Soul to the Devil

Hey guys, so before I start, I'd like to say this is not a true story. My mom and I were getting to many complaints that in the last story, they thought it was me. Just to make it clear, this is FICTION, but I appreciate that my fiction was so realistic, they thought it was real ;) So, also, I'm going to try to make this book fairly similar to the last book, because it seemed people really liked it. so yea :) Love you guys<3

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They say, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Well, unfortunately, I fell for the devil himself. His name is Tyler. He was the guy, everyone liked, tall, good looking, and knew how to treat a girl. Sadly, he was a total douche bag. Everyone knew it, even I did, but for some reason everyone fell for him. I was always the behind the scenes type of girl, and the one everyone wanted to make fun of. I never thought that he would like me. I waited, and waited, but nothing ever happened. At the beginning of my eighth grade year, I got a text from a number that I'd never seen before. It was him.

From that day on, we talked everyday. Every morning, and everyday after school. To me, he was my best friend. After talking for a few months, he brought up the fact that he wanted to make out with me. Needless to say, that didn't happen, until graduation, from the eighth grade. Then, over that summer, we lost our bond, and the gained it once school started again.

As I'd said before, he was a total man whore. He was getting with a bunch of girls, but yet again, I didn't care. I always thought there was good inside everyone, you just needed to find it.

I might as well say this now, I lost my virginity to him when I was fifteen years old. Do I regret it? Of course I do. We thought we were ready for something we weren't really ready for. I had always told myself, I wasn't going to do it with just anyone, it had to be someone really special. I was truly in love with this boy. I know, I must sound like just another teenage girl, who doesn't know what love is, but trust me I do. I trusted him with my life, and he trusted me. We were perfect, but then my life went into pure kayos.

My parents got a divorce. My parents never seemed to be happy together. All they ever did was fight. I tried to stay away from them as much as possible. I guess I didn't really understand how serious things were, until I came home one day, and found both my parents in the kitchen, and blood all over the floor. I had no idea what had happened, who had caused this, or what it was about. I guess, I was always closer to my dad, if anyone. My mom and I had our differences of opinions. But, of course, my dad was found guilty in court, my mom filed for a divorce, and I had to live with my mom. At least I had my brother with me. He was always the one I went to. He's 17 now, and his name is Blake. Oh, an I forgot to mention my name, it's Paige.

We all have something that is horrible to hide, and I've found mine. Well, I guess that's a little back story on my life.