I think of ways to introduce my mother to the truth but I think of reasons not to. Marshawn already told her that his name is Jacob. I promise I was going to tell her when I lost my virginity but I was so scared because I was eventually was going to come out with the truth. I lied about being with my girlfriends just to go on a date.The guilt was eating me up every-time I looked at her. It was like a reminder of him. I hated the fact that I moved to fast.. but deep down.. I felt ready... ready. I'm thinking about how everyone would think of me.. a 15 year old girl who lost her virginity to a 18 year old who looks like he can be 25. It's like he choose me. Like he knew my name before I told him. Has he been stalking me ? Should I be comfortable? And why did I let my emotions get the best of me when I was in his room? Was it my fault that I was in the situation? He was trying to calm me down and I ran. I let my insecurities get the best of me thinking I wasn't the only one. But think about it... it's never only one girl. I just don't want to be in competition and I don't want him to know he took my virginity... ughhhh this is so much to hide.
So trapped in my thoughts I forget my mom was conversing with me. I pop back into reality and all I hear is "...for dinner" I replied saying " huh" she says I invited "Jacob over for dinner, that's the least I can do for him saving my daughter" then she ask "Why were u running? and who were you running from?
I get very scared. I don't know what to say. I get very scared. But I find a great lie " I was running from a dog. He was huge I'm surprised he didn't bite me he was chasing me and I blacked out. I hate having asthma!! And why did I have to stay in the hospital for a day? That isn't normal!! And why invite a complete stranger over our house."
She replies "stop being so mean, he saved you" but I felt the complete opposite I felt like he was forcing me to drown in my own lies. It was like I was lying more and more to my mom I'm surprised she still recognize me who I am.
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The Man Down The Street
RomanceAs I walk down the street with my little sister I saw a man I was fifteen years old I told him that but he still wanted me not as much as I wanted him .
