Taylor Swift’s Love Story played around us. He hugged me tightly.
“Melody, I love you.” He, my boyfriend, Jonathan, whispered. I reached up and kissed him.
“Sorry.” I said with a teasing smile, “My other boyfriends out back.” He hit my butt gently.
“Naughty, naughty Mel.” He said. He kissed me again, “It seems like someone needs to learn something.”
“Like what?” I asked. He turned and pushed me gently onto my bed. I landed on my elbows, grinning wildly.
“Like you don’t need anybody but me.” He whispered and began kissing me.
It was the way he kissed me. It wasn’t the sweet, gentle Jonathan Fields way. It was different, hungrier. Like he wanted something from me. Jonathan ran a hand up my skirt. In that moment, I knew what he wanted.
“No.” I managed to say. I gently moved his hand away.
“Come on.” He said. “We’re both ready.” He kissed me again. I centered one hand on his chest and pushed him off me.
“No.” I said. “No, you’re ready. I told you I’m not having sex until marriage.” I stood up again and opened my door. “Bye.” Jonathan stood up and slammed the door shut. He grabbed me by the shoulders.
“Little bitch.” He said and threw me against the door. I hit it with a loud thud.
“Slut.” He said. He backhanded me across the face.
“What are you doing?” I asked. I bade tears now to fall, although they threatened to come pouring down.
“You little tease.” Jonathan hissed. “You were just pulling me along, weren’t you?”
“Why would you say that?” I asked. Don’t cry, don’t cry, I told myself.
“Just playing with me. Was it some type of sick game?” Jonathan asked. I shook my head and began to cry.
“Please, stop.” I begged, cried. He grabbed my hair and pulled me away from the door.
“We’re over, Melody. Over.” He said and stomped down the stairs and out of my house.
I crawled back into my bed and began to cry.
Romeo, take me somewhere was can be alone, I’ve been waiting, all we have to do is run. You’ll the be Prince, I’ll be the Princess. It’s a love story, baby just say yes.
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