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A/N: NSFW. Proceed with caution and at your own risk. Deals with mature content matter and may be a trigger for some regarding an age difference in a relationship.
Prologue
Up until that point it felt like I had spent my whole life waiting. Waiting on my life to change, my mom to change, my self, anything really. It wasn't until that point that I realized nothing was ever going to change and that waiting was getting me nowhere. Maybe that's why I didn't stop it. Maybe that's why I let it go on so long. Maybe. Or not.
Either way, I can't say that even if I had known that, that I would have stopped it. Or wanted to.
The summer I turned seventeen was the summer my mother moved us from the dreary little town in Upstate New York to a suburb of Chicago.
It was like the clouds suddenly lifted and the world was my oyster. It also helped that my tits had blossomed and my hair had finally realized that trying to kill me was going to get it nowhere. I liked the way the guys in Chicago looked at me as opposed to the same immature boys I'd grown up with back home.
No. Not home.
I was determined to put it behind me. To start over. To start fresh.
I was going to be different, I told myself. Or so I thought.
That was until he walked in.
And yeah, maybe I should have stopped it. But what was it going to hurt?
In the end, I'd find out.
