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How it all started

It all started one day after soccer practice with my best friend to this day, Mackenzie. It was a Friday, and my mother was drinking again, so her Dad, Mr. Saint-Clair, had said I could stay the weekend. We were in the 8th grade at the time, so we did nothing but talk about boys, do makeup, and do prank calls. Finally, we wound down and started drifting off while watching our favorite movie, 50 first dates.

I was barely awake when i felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked over. It wasnt Mackenzie, she was snoring and carrying on, her head of red curls sprawled everywhere.

It was Mr. Saint-Clair. He put his finger over his lips and let out a ssshhh, then pointed to Mackenzie. He gestured for me to come with him, so i got up quietly, and followed him out of Mackenzie's room. On the way down the hallway, I caught a glimpse of my self in a mirror. I was only 12 at the time, (I had skipped the 5th grade) and hadnt started straightening my frizzy curls yet. My eyes looked wide and innocent, and I had just started wearing training bras. I was wearing an oversized tshirt and pajama shorts, and i barely weighed 75 lbs.

Mr. Saint-Clair led me into his room, the master bedroom, where i had never been before. His 6 foot something frame towered over my 4'9 one, and he stared down at me, weirdly. I brushed it off, because this was my best friend's dad, the one who always gave me rides and even bought me school supplies one year when my mom couldnt afford it. I thought i could trust him. I was wrong.

"Sit,'' he said to me patting his bed. I walked over to the huge bed and hopped on, awkwardly.

"You know, Ella, I know you have a little crush on me."

His hands were on either side of me so i couldnt jump down and get away from this awkward situation. Yeah, I thought Mr. Saint-Clair was very handsome, and so did all the soccer moms. But i didnt really have a crush on him. I had a crush on Dylan Rodgers, who was in my 5th period, not him. Maybe i stared at him a little to much and he got the wrong idea. I cursed myself.

I just blushed and shook my head, looking down at my bare feet. He laughed to himself. "No need to be shy," he whispered, lifting my face up to his. I got a chill down my spine, And suddenly, i didint feel so comfortable anymore. I wanted much more brave Mackenzie to come in and tell her father to go away. But of course, she never did.

"How about we play a game. Im the husband and you're the wife. Do you know what sex is?' He asked me. I began to feel really cold. "Yeah," I answered. I'd seen some on tv, but of course i'd never had it. My period wasnt even on yet.

"Well that's what we have to do so the game can be fun.'' And..... you know what happens next.

That was 3 years ago, and how it all started.