I've been living in Alex's house ever since that night. Alex and I have became very close, considering we share a room.
Her mom, Constance, is a kind lady, probably in her 40's. Constance has these beautiful green eyes and brown hair.
Alex's dad died before she can remember and her mom is remarried to a man named Robert. Robert is a slim man, he has bright blue eyes and black hair. However, he is an iffy person. He doesn't talk much and he seems to stare, a lot. But he does make the money, might not be much, but he took me into his house so I'm not gonna complain. The only thing that sucks about living here is that they made me go back to school. I dropped out when my parents kicked me out, I was 15 years old at the time. I was dating him, Harley.
*Flashback*
My parents met him once and told me do not talk to him again and if you do you're out of my house. Which I didn't believe they'd do. I knew they're very strict and all but I didn't think they'd actually kick me out. So one night I asked to go to my very first party my parents said yes and didn't think anything of it. Little did they know I was going because Harley invited me. So I ran up stairs took a shower curled my hair and put on makeup. I threw on a PTV shirt and black skinny jeans, with my red vans. A few hours later I heard someone honk a car horn, I wasn't expecting him to pick me up. I was gonna walk, but this is better. Or so I thought. I raced down stairs kiss my mom and dad goodbye and ran outside and jumped in the passenger seat of his red pickup. "Hey hot stuff, how you doing?"
'hot stuff' I thought over the words, I'd never even been called beautiful by a boy. This was weird to me it made me happy but yet it creeped me out. Since I didn't reply he started driving, when we turned a corner he told me to get in the back seat. I started to ask why but he put he's finger up to hush me. I quietly climbed into the backseat, then he pulled over. He hopped in the back seat with me, "Do you like me?" he asked.
"I think so. Do you like me?" I asked him.
He smiled shyly then he tilted my chin up with his hand. Then he kissed me, his lips tasted like vodka and throw up. It was disgusting but he had so much passion. He then climbed on top of me still kissing me. At that point I was scared out of my mind.
"Stop. I do not want to do this." I told him.
"But baby you said you liked me." he said slurring his words.
"Well I don't right now, get off of me."
"No." he said with a smirk.
He kept kissing me and he wouldn't stop. Next thing I know he has no clothes on and all I have on is my underwear. I kept pushing him, trying to get him off but he wouldn't. Every time I'd try he'd hit me. He ended up getting my underwear off and taking my virginity. Once he was done with his little game he got in the front seat. "Stay back there and if you tell anyone, anything I'll kill you. Literally."
Considering I had bruises all over my body I figured he was telling the truth. I nodded and he drove us to the party.
We got out of the car and walked up to someone's house, it smelt like alcohol and smoke. Horrible.
He basically left me to walk around by myself the whole night. I knew no one and I sure as heck wasn't gonna talk to anyone.
