Her Hidden Story..

Relationship. Something real..something he told me we were in. I wore his hoodie at night. I dreamed about him..
I knew his scent.. he cherished me. Like a wilting rose. Every pedal more damaged than the last.. I trusted him..He loved me.. But, he lost control.. My leggings torn , my body damaged, I would never love him, I could only fear him... He cuddled with me after ... He kissed my forehead ..told me he loved me' stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful.
I got no sleep that night, thoughts crossed my mind as I woke to him getting dressed and me watching him not only leave his shirt on my body....yet he showed me the half opened condom rapper, with a perfectly placed condom that hadn't been used.... He promised he pulled out, and told me he loved me while I stared at my feet.. while he. slowly laid me back on the bed I no longer felt was mine,
And hurt me, one last time, while I sat there breathless, I gripped my sheets, while it was happening... I couldn't help but moan.. He was my first.

But, to everyone we are a perfect couple. I now have a hidden story.