Sweet sixteen

Sweet sixteen

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I had all the attention I needed from him. He promised me he'd be gentle. Grandma warned me, she told me I was too little for things like that, like paying attention to a boy. I never listened. I wanted a taste of what the adults tasted. It was my birthday! I was sixteen already, Sweet sixteen, for my age I was pretty Stupid. Trust, that word is one if the most dangerous of all. I trusted him, I was naive. He treated me like a princess. I felt like I knew it all, he sweet talked me and I turned my back to advice.... ~Queen Precious
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"Get out," he sighed. "N-" I got out. "Nah, you can go," he shook his head. "Babe," I called out, but he wasn't having it. "I fucking risked my life trying to protect you. I almost died trying to save you! And when I couldn't, I sat by your side everyday until you could recover! Get the fuck outta here witfh that no contact shit," he shook his head. "B-but," I sobbed. "Nah, Sage," he shook his head. "I attended your stupid relationship therapy sessions hoping you'd at least give me a chance. You asked me to choose, and I chose you. It didn't even feel like a choice! I always put you first! You still won't give me a fucking chance. What more do you want from me? Huh?" "Your forgiveness," I replied, a tear escaping my eye. "Forgiveness?" he chuckled while shaking his head. He took something up and flung it at the door again. "God, Sage," he shook his head. "Please, just leave. Maybe then I can stop hurting." "Nick," I sobbed, but he wouldn't even look at me. "You obviously don't care how I feel. You're gonna do you no matter what. I honestly expected better from you," he said. "Just get the fuck out my face."

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