Teen love

Kurtis

About a year ago I met a guy. Kurtis Fulton. He was dreamy. Tall dark and handsome. We all know the type. We had a beautiful relationship. I thought nothing could go wrong. But I was wrong I guess. 

It's our one year anniversary. On this day, he approached me at my locker with flowers and asked me to dinner. We seemed perfect for eachother. It was like a little fairy tail. Picnics and cheesy dates to museums and where ever. It was so sweet the way he would brush the hair out of my face, stroke my cheek, gaze into my eyes and slowly press his lips to mine. It was the type of love that everyone could see and nobody could find any fault with us. We respected eachother. Anyways, back to the present. 

I wake up this morning and as always I get up slowly and turn off the alarm. It would be so easy to lay back down and pass out once more but I can't do that. I have school. But it's so tempting and my bed is so warm. I rise slowly anyways despite my protesting body. I follow my usual steps in the morning. Get dressed, brush my hair, put makeup on and then check my board on the wall for what I have to do today. 

It's the one year anniversary and I need to get kurtis some followers on the way to school. A rush of excitement fills me after a moment. It took my sleep deprived mind a second. We had dinner reservations tonight! Oh it would be so romantic and I have a beautiful dress picked out for tonight. 

I eat a quick breakfast and run to the store for some white roses. Guys like flowers too after all. I meet him at the usual spot on the coner and give him a tight squeeze and we exchange flowers. 

"Hey beautiful. Happy one year. You're still as stunning as the day I met you!" 

I turn bright red. We are so cheesy and couples like us once made me sick but I love this so much. "And you're still the most handsome boy I've ever laid eyes on. I wouldn't have spent this year with anyone else." And with that we walk to school, hand in hand. 

The day crawls by as I anxiously await the bell. I could never wait for our dates. He's so sweet and funny. I couldn't find a single flaw in him. Honestly, who could? 

When the bell finally rings, I head home. I put the dress on and fix up my hair, putting more effort than usual in. At seven, he arrives. From upstairs I can hear him. 

"Hello Mrs. Rey. You're looking lovely tonight. You can really tell where Georgia got her looks."

"Oh you are such a gentleman. She really got lucky with you didn't she"

"Oh mother don't be weird. Let's go Kurtis. I hope she didn't bore you too much." 

"Oh Georigia relax. Have fun, don't stay out too late and be safe! If i get a call saying one of you is hurt I'll-" I slam the door and run to his car. Mothers. They can be embarrassing. 

"Be nice to your mom. She isn't as bad as you act like she is." He said, opening my door for me. 

I roll my eyes. "Oh dont ruin our night with talking about her. This is about us" I say with a simple smile. He's so polite. So perfect. 

With a sigh, he pulls out of the driveway. "Alright my love. Dinner tonight at that Italian place that we love. You ready to feast on that spaghetti?"

"You know it!" It's our favorite thing to do. We share a passion for pasta. It's weird but fun. 

We get there and for a while we just stare at each other. Being near eachother is enough for us sometimes. After a night of jokes and eating he stops laughing for a moment and turns serious in the car. 

"So Things have been great, but nothing has happened. We need to progress as a couple." We shit. He better not propose. I would say yes, totally, but my parents wouldn't approve. We are only juniors in high school. "When are we going to have sex?"

Oh. Oh no. Not this. I'm not ready for this. Call me crazy that I would marry him but not have sex.  Go ahead. I see where people may find that weird but it just seems wrong and I want to wait until after we marry. 

"Um.... Well..... Um..... I..." I pause. How do I respond? Who musts asks this? We were doing so well tonight. I thought he was different. 

"You what? Spit it out. I'm a guy. You know I can't wait that long for this. It has to happen soon. It's in my nature." People wait all of the time though. Priests never have sex and they are all guys. 

I had noticed that we pulled into a dark street so he could look at me clearly. Without driving. 

"I'm just not... I'm not ready for that. That's a major step. I'm sorry but I-" 

"I've put up with you for a year. It's been long enough. Let's do it now."

He leans over so he is on top of me. I feel his hot breath of my neck and my breathing becomes heavy and so does his but his is from sexual tension. Mine is pure terror. Nobody is around. He planned this. "Please don't do this.... Kurtis please... I'm begging you" my voice is barely a wimper. I try to block his hands as they run up and down my body. 

"Shut up you bitch. I need this. Don't you love me? I thought what we had was special. If you loved me you would do this. That dinner was very expensive. Repay me with you body." And my shirt is off. Fear grips my heart. 

"No. No.... STOP. I can't. Please" before I know what im doing, my fist collides with his jaw. 

"Excuse me you useless whore? You will pay for that! I'm the one with the control here! Not you!"

This is not the kurtis I know. His voice is rough and hard. He pins me and roughly does whatever he wants with my body and I scream in pain. There is nobody near by to hear me. When he is done, he beats me to near death and leaves me in the dumpster. 

"I've made a mistake. Shit. She can't tell anyone what I did. I could go to jail. I'll make up a story. It'll be ok. She was captured and I ran for help because I couldn't fight him off. It'll be ok. Well, for me at least. She'll be dead when they find her. Oh I've fucked up my life for sure."