~And Then There Was Love~

Love is a Fickle Thing

  Weed, California

  There's a border between partial truth and lying to yourself. My dearest and closest friend was lying. Not only to himself, but to me. He believed I loved him more than I truly did. I saw him as a friend, as a brother, but he was claiming I saw him as more. Now, I see him as an acquaintance though acquaintance was an over statement. Why? I will tell you.

  My name is Luna Marx. I am 18 years of age, I have long brunette hair, I'm 5'2, And I have bright hazel eyes. My skin is ivory and it isn't perfect. I have acne still, I have dark circles under my eyes and I am scarred with stretch marks on my thighs, belly, and chest. I wasn't proud of my body but I wasn't disappointed. I attracted attention, whether it be good or bad, I didn't like it. That's why I wore modest clothes.

   The main thing you should know is I'm currently living with my best friend. His name is Cody Rutter, and he's 21, husky and short. He's been my friend for 2 years and towards the beginning of that friendship, I knew our relationship was a big mistake.
FlashBack:
  I had just arrived at Colter's home, at 2 in the afternoon, in the shady ghetto area of Weed, California. It was small but homely and cozy. He greeted me at the door, and led me through the home, which had one bedroom, a tiny bathroom, a roomy kitchen and living room. The living room had a simple leather couch, an old recliner chair that you'd normally see in your grandparents house, a large wood wardrobe that he had turned into an entertainment center with a simple flat screen and XBox 360. The kitchen had tile, an old fridge, and dark wooden cabinets and a stainless steel sink. The bathroom was shoddy and small, floor was tile, a crappy small sink and a confined shower that made you feel claustrophobic and the bedroom was carpeted and large.  The bed was a futon covered from front to back with pillows and there was a vanity and dresser along with a taller dresser that held another flatscreen.
  We had spent the rest of the day playing videogames, my friend being strange through it all. He suggested I sit on his lap to see the tv better since I was on the leather seat and he was on the recliner. He kept suggesting it no matter how many times I refused. Later on, around 11 pm, we head to bed. He suggested I take the bed and he take his couch. I refused but he insisted, so I took the bed and we went to our designated spots.
The next morning, I woke as the sun rose. I was held in Cody's arms on the bed, his grasp on me firm. I tried my hardest to scoot away but he held me in place so I ignored him till he let go of me, the entire time I was terrified. Of what he'd do, of what he'd try to do but luckily he did nothing. Why did I not leave? I don't know...
End of FlashBack

He continued this for all 2 years of our friendship. He hadn't done it on a everyday basis but he did it at random times, but it got more frequent when I reached age 17 and began living with him as I hadn't had my family. Mother and Father where gone.