Sincerely, Aurora

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[in which aurora writes to someone who's hurt her, gravely.]

Scott,                                                
[March 25: Spring Break]

                Yes, you, asshole. My first letter goes to you, yet I am pretty sure you don't remember me, do you? I mean, I was just a quick "fuck and burn," right? Let's recap, shall we?

                It was spring break of our junior year when you laid your eyes on me. I had a small crush on your striking blue eyes and the oh-so-touchable blonde hair that every girl dawned over. You literally had every girl begging on their knees for you- me almost one of them but I was lucky enough that I wasn't completely head over heels for you- yet you still chose me that night at Marcus' party.

                That night, you approached me with two drinks in your hand, remember? You gave me a soft smile and said, "I got you a drink, just a bit of punch, don't worry". You said this and I melted, thinking you were actually concerned of me drinking and didn't pressure me into alcohol. Little did I know, the fruit punch is just a sorry excuse to mix several drinks and pass it to ignorant girls to trick them into your bed. We talked and danced all night while you whispered sweet words into my ears. But you never failed to notice my drink being at least half cup before you filled it again and again.

                I was completely drunk after a few cups but no matter how drunk I was, I noticed your eyes full of lust. You pushed me against a wall in one of the hallways and gave me a sleek grin before kissing me. You kissed me, gentle at first. Our lips met and they molded together perfectly. Or that's at least what the alcohol told me. Things got heated after you licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Then you pressed your body against mine, your hands running up and down my body. I wasn't experienced for anything like this, at all. All I've ever had were small kisses with my short-term boyfriends. The farthest I've ever went with a guy was a hickey, once.

                Until now.

                Thinking I was lucky to have you even 5 feet of my range, I decided it would be okay if your hands roamed across my body. Your kisses were big and sloppy before they gingerly found their way to my neck, licking and sucking. I was okay with this, hell, I wanted this, right?

                Your hands went to my boobs, slowly massaging them, and that's when I thought you were going a bit too far. But before I could push you off, you began to whisper things into my ear that made me completely melt.

                "You're so beautiful, babe," You said, one hand on my breast and the other making small circles on my stomach. I let out a moan.

                "Your lips are perfect," You said, in between kisses.

                "Your boobs are great," You said, finding your way under my shirt and bra, playing with my nipples.

                "You're so fucking hot," You said, your voice getting lower as one hand played with the bottom of my skirt.

                "Fuck, just let me have you already," You said, your hand touching my most sensitive area through my underwear.

                You looked up at me before carrying me to an empty bed room and laid me on the bed. We began making out again and sooner or later, our clothes were discarded to the ground. You spread my legs before I stopped you. "Please," I said, "be gentle." You cursed under your breath, probably realizing I was a virgin. I thought you would've stopped there, or at least ask me if I was ready.

                But no, you shoved me a bottle of whiskey and said, "drink up, it won't hurt if you're drunk". I looked at you, disgustingly. I realized what an ass you were, at that moment. I was ready to get up as I said, "no," but you shoved me back down and forced the strong drink down my throat. You held a strong grip on my throat, knowing you were basically choking me, and then forced yourself into me.

                At this moment, I realized there was no way out of this anymore. So I mustered up a, "g-gentle," with the little breath I had. I honestly thought you wouldn't be a complete asshole and stop there. But again, I was wrong. You thrusted into me countless times and I cried. I fucking cried. Pain travelled through my body and you were far from gentle.  I wasn't being pleasured, no, I was raped. Raped by the almighty, quarterback of Lakewood High, Scott Joseph. I began to cry harder when I realized I was bleeding. I pushed you off and you fell back, staring at me. Being dumb, I thought you were concerned. I was trying to find an excuse to cover up the fact that you raped me. But being wrong, again, you spit on me, gathered your clothes and left. Oh and let us not forget your last words, "you fucking bitch."

                And that, is the story of how I, Aurora Bell, obliviously let an asshole take my virginity. I came to my senses and stood up, about to gather my clothes when I felt blood trickling down my leg. I let out a few last sobs and then grabbed my shirt to wipe the blood down. I was just going to have to find a shirt in this bedroom. I slipped my clothes on, except my shirt which I threw in the trash, and walked over to the closet of the bedroom I was raped in. I took it as Marcus' room since I found a few soccer jerseys and cleats in the closet. I grabbed a hoodie and told myself it was okay to take it. With that, I walked out, left the party, and made my way home. But not without grabbing that half full bottle of whiskey.

                Now, Scott, I write this letter to you to inform you. No, not to tell you what a complete asshole you are and how lucky you are that I didn't turn you into the police; but to tell you what you've cause afterwards. You, Scott, told people that you've taken my virginity. You took it as a fucking medal like you were collecting them as a hobby. You told people stories of our "crazy sex" and "thousands of different positions." Oh, let's not forget the "amazing blow jobs" that most definitely did not happen. While you were praised on taking another girl's virginity, I was talked down to and bullied for being a "slut", "whore" and "man-stealer". I lost my friends, no matter how much I explained to them what really happened. I was bullied and ridiculed until the end of our junior year. You made my junior year a complete hell, and do not think I won't get you back, Scott. One day, you'll get what you deserve.

                So the list comes down to 1. Taking my virginity, 2. Telling everyone and having me bullied every day at school, 3. Starting my depression and suicidal thoughts, and lastly, 4. Introducing me to a love-hate relationship with alcohol abuse.

                So thank you, Scott, for making me want to kill myself while you complete this cycle to so many other girls in the world. My last words to you, Scott: Fuck you, you dick that masturbates by using girls bodies.                                                                                   

Sincerely, Aurora.m