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“Did I mean to say that?” she thinks as she try’s to keep her cool.

“You mean it? Do you really mean it?”drew says as if its the best thing he’s ever herd.

“Yes, well I think i do. No. No, I do”she says like she means it which she does. So she says “Make love to me drew I want a physical feeling of love, not just the emotion.”

“Are you sure? Don’t take this the wrong way because I want to, you no I do. But we don’t have to if your not ready.” he says with the sweetest smile.

“I’m sure, I’m more than sure. Trust me I’m ready”once he kisses her they waist no time.

He looks down at her and says just to make sure “You okay?” She kisses him to let him know shes fine. A rush of pain fills her body her eye’s tear up but then after maybe 5 minuets it’s just waves of pleasure.

For the next couple of days she releases Drew doesn’t text, or call her. Not making any contact at all. Finally she gets an email saying,

Listen I cant talk to you, I cant. So stop callings me, don’t text me, just stop okay. My dad some how fond out and I’m 18 so we cant be together anyways and the way you feel for me means we can be friends either. You knew this wold happen so don’t freak out on me okay. Well I guess this is goodbye.

At that moment Alice was broken crying and wanting to die wishing she hadn’t lived and thinking “He said he loved me. He said I was the one. I must be really stupid to have believed that.” So she reply’s with tears poring down her face

Are you kidding me? So you tell me you love me, get me to fall for you. Just for an easy lay? You should see me right now because I’m broken. All of me is, my heart, my mind, the way I feel. I cant believe you. Why would you do this to me? To any one? And you were 18 when that happened so I don’t see how there’s such a difference now. Whatever I’m done. I hope your happy. Because I know I will never be. And what do you mean you dad found out when no one was home. I cant believe you, I’ve none you for 2 years. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Of course not. Goodbye.

She run’s to her room, locks the door, fall’s into her bed and cry’s. She cry’s so hard she cant even fall asleep until 4 in the morning.

The next day she wakes up with puffy eye’s and a red nose. She try’s to put on make up but when she look’s at herself all she can think is “I should have none, I mean he’s a guy. How could I be so stupid? To think someone like that would love somethings like me…” With all thoughts racing through her mind so goes to the kitchen, opens the cabinet, pull’s out a knife and run’s it around her wrist. Not deep enough to kill her but just so she can feel the pain, but all it does is numb her. She does this every time she thinks she might cry she thinks if shes going to feel pain it might as well be real.

But one day her mother see’s the cuts on her arm. She says “what is this?” grabbing her arm and shacking it. Alice can smell the alcohol on her breath.

So she says “It’s not like you really care, your to busy getting drunk in a bar to no whats going on in my life.”

A sharp pain goes a cross Alice’s face from her mothers hand. “Take it back!” her mother says then she fall’s to her knees and starts to cry “I’m sorry, I know I’m never here I wish I was a better mother.”

“Yeah, me too.” says Alice as she’s walking away.

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