The Day I met Him

The day I met him was no doubt the most wonderful day of my life. It's funny how the best things can evolve from the worst situations. It all started with a two hour delay. I catching a little free time, both of my parents were at work and I had the house to myself for once. So I did what i do best, I grabbed the pint of chocolate chip cookie dough and pigged out to the TBS showing of Gone With The Wind. Scarlett was beautifully upset about the engagement between Ashley and Melony when my phone rang.

"Hello." I answered

"Hey it's Mike, why don't you come over?" It was a dreadfully familar voice on the other end of the phone. I voice that could make me cringe with fear or smile in joy. Mike was the most promiscuous boy in our small town school. He was seen with everygirl on the cheerleading squad at least once and always came back with a story to tell.

"How did you know I was home alone?" I asked out of pure curiosity.

"Your parents drive past the bus stop everyday on their way to work." He wisely answered. "Oh." I replied. "So you coming over or what?" I could hear him getting impatient. My brain was telling me that going to Mike's house was a great way to become a story he'd tell. Regardless of what really happened or would happen, Mike's influence over the school was powerful and his word was never questioned.

"No, I really don't think..."

"Come on," He interrupted. "Your a virgin, it's not like I'm gonna try to fuck you."

For some reason that was confirmation enough in my mind, maybe it was our friendship that although many times critical and hurtful helped me flourish into the rising icon I had become. Either way I ended up walking the two blocks to Mike's house. I questioned myself the whole walk there; why was I so fast to put myself in a comprising situation with a male I rarely trusted?

The truth was that was the way my high school worked. Your name was only mentioned in stories, true and not, of the undecent and sinful things you'd so proudly done. If your name wasn't mentioned you weren't even considered. Period. I wanted to be mentioned, remembered, famous and even infamous. The only real question was how far would I go to achieve such a degrading goal.

I came to Mike's house pretty quickly, he let me in and I followed him to his basement bedroom. He looked handsome as always, in my eyes that's what made him so easy to trust; even when it was against your best interest. We sat on his bed, talking and laughing. "Yeah he tripped just as he hit the last step. He flew in the air like 10 feet, yo." Mike told. "Wow," I laughed. "Was he ok?" Mike ignored my question entirely. He was staring in my eyes, his smile brought my guard down, which is why I didn't resist when he leaned in for a kiss.

Before I knew it things were farther than I intended. He was on top of me kissing me roughly and pinning me down. The eyes that a second ago showed warmth and kindness now burned with the fires of hell. "Stop." I commanded. "Don't oveereact." He'd say as he gripped my arms tighter and tighter. I found myself searching the room for an escape, a way out of this hell. "Please, stop." I tried again, wiggling side to side, trying to set my legs free. He had them pinned with his own, I couldn't move an inch.

I started to cry as I suddenly realized my fate. I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. For whatever reason Mike, looked at his grand digital clock said "It's time for school." and set me free. I laid there for a moment regristering what just happened in my mind. I ran upstairs and out the door...TO BE CONTINUED!!