It wasn't like I didn't know what I was doing. I did. I knew that once I leave, that Karma will find me. Just like she did three years back. Driving down the road I found a motel finally. Rented a room. As soon as I sat down on the bed the flashback started. I hated that, I didn't want it to start. Not again. I just couldn't escape it.
"One more!" I yell slamming my shot glass down.
"Little girl! You got some lungs!" The 17 year old winked at me. He poured me another. Slurp. Slam. I threw my hands up.
"What can I say; I know how to handle my liquor." I laughed. I wasn't really laughing though. I was scared. Scared it was going to happen tonight. Tonight he was going to take my virginity away. He was going to use my body.
"Come here girlie." The 17 year old smirked. I remember his name was Corey. So therefore; Corey smirked. He grabbed me and I fell into his lap. He kissed me hard and I could taste his Smirnoff lips. He had shaggy brown hair, which kept itching my face. He pulled away from me and I stared into his brown eyes. He laughed. "Hold on princess." He turned and did a line. I think that was his second one. I couldn't remember. It was earlier in the day when he did the first one. "Where were we?" He asked. "Oh that's right." He tried to kiss me again but I wouldn't let him.
"Wait..." I tried the seductive card. But I was only 13, trying to pull off I was 15. "I need to go to the bathroom." I winked at him.
"Hurry." He licked his lips and I walked into the bathroom as if I didn't care he just snorted one. As soon as I walked in I locked the door then looked in the mirror and saw my face. Pitch black hair. My eyes were green but not vibrant. My face is pale; I've never been this pale. I felt like crying but I kept it in, I didn't want to ruin the black make-up on my eyes. Corey would think I looked nasty and wouldn't want to hook up with me. I didn't want him too. But I needed him to. So I can prepare myself .Prepare myself for my future. The people weren't going to give me my parent's money until I was 18. I still had 5 more years. There was no one to take care of me, and I didn't want them to send me off to a foster care. I was assigned to a woman that my mother put in charge of my bank account. I just didn't remember her name. That was bad. How would I know who to trust? There was a knock on the door.
"Ada? You okay?" I could hear Corey's voice on the other side of the door.
"Yeah! Fixing my make-up." I lied. I wanted to splash cold water on my face and just hit fast forward on life.
"Alright, I'll be out here waiting for you." I breathed in hard. I opened the door.
"Hey there." I said sitting next to him. He had a line right there.
"Want to try?" He suggested.
"No, I'm good."
"Come on, it's alright." He kissed me on my neck. "Don't be a child." He smirked on my neck.
"I... I don't know." I hesitated. He seemed annoyed.
"Why, I thought you said you've done worse." He gave me a look.
"I have! I just don't want to! Look can we just hook-up already?" I puffed.
"Fine, just let me do one, I lost my card, can I use your ID?" Shit. I told him I always carried my ID on me. Lies.
"I don't know where it went." I shrugged. He rolled his eyes.
"Let's just do this." He shook his head then placed his hands on the back of my head bringing me down
on the couch. He was now on top of me his hands were on my butt. Then he stopped. He reached into my pocket and took out my school ID. He pulled away and examined it. "Jesus you're in 7th grade. What the hell." He stood up. "Get out." He said annoyed. "You know where the door is." He turned and walked. I am so heated from that I just, I did the line. Then I start coughing and he runs out of the room and looks at me while I'm gagging and then all I see is black.
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Promiscuous Girl
Teen Fiction[N:] I'm a big girl I can handle myself But if I get lonely I’ma need your help Pay attention to me I don't talk for my health I want you on my team [N:] So does everybody else.
