The love that hurt

Chapter 1 The dreams

Hello universe, I'm Mark, the not so famous guy, and I have a problem: a big problem. I keep falling for the wrong guys.

My first boyfriend was completely wrong for me. My friend tried to tell me, but I didn't listen. I was fifteen, and he was twenty three. It turned out that all he wanted was a skinny, inexperienced virgin. Not to say he was all bad, but once he got what he wanted, he left me. It wasn't like it was my choice though, as he borderline forced me to do it.

I was messed up for a while after that, but here we are almost a year and a half later and I'm almost completely "held". But now, I have a bigger problem. I came out shortly after Mr. 'oh so wrong,' and with that of course came the torture of being in high school and being one of the only out kids. I manage every day with my loyal friend by my side. There's Judie, a kick ass fighter that will beat up anyone for her friends. Then there is Hannah, who sits back and listens to anyone's problems and is the best moral support there is.

I'm one of the luckiest people to have them in my life. But they can't always be there for me, especially in my sleep. For the past few months I've had the same intense dream.

I'll be walking through the halls of South Bird High like a normal day, but then appears my biggest problem, Eli. I'm his main target to pick on and rough around. He yells my name in the most distinctive way. Hearing his voice, I turn to run. I make it down the long hall and whip around the corner, almost tripping. But he beats me there, and I slide to a stop.

He grabs my shirt and shoves me against the lockers, looking right into my eyes and saying, "Well it looks like we're alone."

Just like that, everyone around us disappears.

"Looks like we can get to the fun stuff now." His voice is a harsh whisper.

He lifts his hand like he is ready to hit me, but to my surprise I don't feel his fist. Instead, I feel his hand gently stroke my face. Then, without warning, he leans in and kisses me. I try to push him away but to no avail, I end up pulling him in closer to me. I desperately want to stop, but I just kiss him back, harder.

I wake up in a sweat, like I do every time, the thought of Eli still in my mind.