He was golden. Popular. Adored. Perfect. Broken. Abusive. Jealous. Angry. And he was mine.
It started my junior year of high school. I, like every other teenage girl, craved love. I wanted to be told that I was beautiful and funny and I would do anything to get it.
Jay was the senior boy that everyone wanted. He was hilarious and smart and everybody loved him. I've come to realize that those who everyone thinks of as perfect are the most fucked up. And he was so fucked up.
"Kara I love you. Why won't you have sex with me, I love you."
"Am I not good enough for you bitch?"
"Being my girlfriend come with a price."
"Cmon just take your clothes off it'll be fine"
It wasn't fine and it never will be fine again. The "golden child" made my life miserable for months. I was too weak and trapped to run away from him. Now when I tell others of his abuse they shame me. That I deserved it. The thing is as the time I believed I did. I was nothing but a whore anyways. Nothing more that a hole for him. Misogyny at its finest.
Abuse is terrifying. I'm still constantly suffocating in my own mind, unable to break free.
The golden boy is never truly golden. More often than not he is covered in disease and rust.
