Woah, intro.
This is the first story that I have ever done on this. There are no vampires, no princes, no dark angels. This is raw and real. Sorry no pretenders here.
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"Stop the car!," I screamed. My body jerked forward as my soon to be ex-boyfriend stopped the car. I my chest burn as the seat belt stopped my body from flying forward. I opened the door and got out of his stupid piece of crap Honda. "Your pathetic," I snapped. I slammed the door shut. I could see his eyes fill with anger as I gave him one last glare. Then he stormed out of the car.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" He yelled.
"Walking away," I said while turning around. I started walking towards the railroad tracks. He grabbed my arm roughly and spun me around. He kissed my harshly. I pushed him away, and continued to walk away. He grabbed me again. "Let go!" I yelled.
"Elle, come on babe. It was just a simple question," He said in a sorry voice.
"A simple question? There were a few actions involved in that question. Don't ever touch me again." I stated.
"I don't get it, when will you just give your innocence up?" He persisted.
"Because I don't want to, and it's pretty obvious you can't understand that. So go find some slut who can." My voice cracked. I promised myself I wouldn't show any emotion towards him.
"You know what fine! I'm done with you." He snapped. He got into his car and sped off. I flicked him off as he did so. I was so pissed and disappointed. I needed to learn that all guys are the same. They all want the same thing.
I kicked the dust and started walking. Walking away from one year of lies, and unhappiness. I was about to cry, but then I realized that my heart wasn't broken, it was more free than anything else. Free from expectations to give myself up.
