Naomi P.O.V
So it's Friday today, and Dana is taking me out on a "date" Tomorrow night. I swear if it was possible to be any more nervous and excited than i am now it'd probably be freakin illegal!
I don't even know why i like this boy, he could have any girl in this entire school but somehow...he chooses me, like i'm something special, which i know i'm not. Boys never approach me, let alone ask me on dates like Dana did. Well, there was this one boy, Daniel. The first boy i'd ever dated and the first to break my heart. He is the sole reason why i don't trust easily. There's this quote someone posted on instagram the other day; " I don't trust easily, so when i tell you i trust you, don't make me regret it". Daniel made me regret it. So Bad. I'll try and tell you what happened, but...dont judge me.
***FLASHBACK!***
"Come on Naomi, it'll be fun!"
"Babe, you know I'm not supposed to drink, and neither are you. You're 16."
"Didn't i say that we came here to have fun. loosen up, it'll help you stay less bitchy"
He'd only had a couple of shots, why was he behaving like this?
"Obviously, you're drunk now so you've started talking shit, lets leave,"
I grabbed his hand and tried to lead him out of the club.
"Get off me bitch!"
"What did you just call me?...."
"A Bitch. You need me to spell that out for you: B-I-T-C-H. Bitch."
"I don't need to put up with your drunk shit, I'm outta here!"
He grabbed my arm so tight, i felt the blood stop right where is hand was, it hurt like hell, why was he doing this to me?
"You're not going anywhere."
"Let go of me you crazy bastard!"
As much as i struggled to relieve myself from his grip, i just wasn't strong enough to do so.
"Just shut up."
He dragged me through a doorway and down a dimly lit hall. I was then led into a dark room and thrown onto the cold hard floor headfirst. I thought that was it, i thought he was just gonna leave me alone, sober up and let me go home. But no. He walked in, his breath reeking of vodka...
"You're mine now."
I looked up at him, with my brown locks of hair straggling over my face, and spat at him and said:
"You ain't gon do shit."
I was so wrong.
