Oh Jay. Your eyes. Your smile. Your build. Your Looks. Your Hair. Your lips. It was all perfect.
Except your attitude and personaltiy.
You charmed me like you apperently did with every other girl in school. Yes, I was 5'7, athletic build, long wavy, brown hair with perfect blonde streaks and apparently a face to dye for. Peircing, jade green eyes, that were almost cat like. To some, I was the hottest girl on the planet. To you, Jay, I was just another pretty face.
You played my like you play football. Run the yards, get the touchdown, win the game, and then just, Boom, restart all over again with another team. Get what I mean? You were my first boyfriend, and I thought I loved you and I though you loved me.
WRONG!
You didn't just cheat on me though, Jay. You know what you did, and you knew I couldn't stop you! Is that how you get your rocks of Jay? Beating up your 'girlfriends' and torturing them? You are one sick bastard, I hope you know that.
You pushed me around, punched me, slapped me, tied me up and stuck me in your closet. Let your jock friends do whatever they pleased with me. I hope you had fun, Mr.Player.
Are you happy what you did to me?
I know someone you would get along great with, but I'll let you find that out in a later chapter.
Tata for now my dear Jay, but remember, you will burn in eternal hell for this!
