something Unorthodox

9

After Allan and I severed ties, Micah had posted something on one of his social media platforms that lead me to message him to inquire. He had said something along the lines of "Boys don't actually care about your feelings. They just want to get into your pants and leave."

Every teenage girl had been told something along those lines at least once in their short lives. Either by parents or teachers or some adult, so it wasn't as if I wasn't aware of what it meant. I just wanted to know what he himself meant.

Remember when I mentioned that Micah had found joy in the things he did to me? This is my explanation. Knowing that the readers are already judging my actions, I wouldn't expect you to dispense any tears on my new published work as a result of pity for me. 

No love lost.

I messaged him regarding his post with a "Is this really true?"

He had replied with: "Very true. Men only want money and pussy. They would leave even if they do get it."

"So that's what you wanted from me then?"

He didn't reply for approximately five minutes.

"That's what all guys want."

I sighed in an exasperated tone out loud.

"I'm asking what you wanted."

My cold heart shattered to little ice pieces with his next reply.

"Of course."

I was upset enough. But I wasn't leaving without an explanation.

"What do you mean?"

I could feel his hesitation through the screen.

"I worked long enough to get all of you but apparently I didn't work hard enough. So I found ways for you to leave."

Normally, ice melts faster when broken into smaller pieces, but my heart remained glacial. 

The first male to receive my love, affection and attention in its most genuine form had just assured me that it was a one way street all along.

I was ready to hunt again.

When I thought about it, Micah and I were similar. 

In more ways than one. 

We were both a mixed race, both a creamy caramel complexion, and most importantly. 

We both wanted to play with people's emotions for our own enjoyment. 

I admire him. 

He had done the most convincing imitation of a thinking, feeling human, and I was no better. We do converse occasionally, and I hope he does read this someday. He won't be surprised, he's aware of his actions. 

Thank you for hurting me, Micah Rogers. You should be proud of how far I've come.