Names have been changed to protect the innocent. This isn't even ALL of it. There's nasty things Ted's mother said about me. Nasty things Ted's brother said about me. It's a disaster. But once you read, you'll understand.
There is STRONG language in the story. there is your warning.
My story starts in my younger years in high school. Short info about myself: I live in a family of one mom, one dad, and one older (and fucking high on self importance) princess of a sister. My sister, we'll call her Princess Peach for shits and giggles. Peach, while in college, decided to move down to Florida to work at Disney on a scholarship program based out of her school. There was a huge farewell party in her honor, and my family drove her and her friend, we'll call her Elpheba, down. I went with, saw their apartment, which was nice as fuck!
But moving on. We got Peach and Elpheba set up in The Sunshine State, and turned around and headed back to Tennessee. When we got back, everything seemed lacking. Peach went to a community college and was home every night after classes. But then she wasn't. So it was just me left alone with my thoughts and my self while mom and dad went about their work lives. Which I get. I guess in that loneliness, I turned to cutting. I don't remember the real reason, but I've always been the fucked up one of the family, anyways, so it wasn't like it was some big surprise.
Peach returned about 5 months later with her tail between her legs. Turns out Elpheba had a nasty pill habit and she didn't want to live with that in her perfect princess life anymore. So she called and we went down and got her. Well, fast forward to the biggest and WORST disaster of the entirety of my existence. We'll call him Ted.
I was still in high school, in Info Tech, when I met Ted. It was my senior year in high school, and since I was doing such a shitty job of fucking up any chance of a college future anyways, I didn't really apply myself to my classes. So I had my friend Belle, my other friend Red, and then there was Ted. I wondered if he was special ed at first, because he was constantly coming in and hugging the teacher against her wishes, acting an idiot infront of the entire class. It was weird. But I just thought he might be weird. But he was cute.
Well, first Belle dated Ted. And that didn't work out so well. So I asked Belle, in good friend nature like girls do, if she would care if I tried to date him. She didn't care, said she even had his number and would call him so we could talk. Well, we talked. And decided to meet. So Belle and I, who lived SUPER close to each other, decided to take a walk together and meet up with Ted. We found him sitting on the curb under a street light and I sat down beside him. He took my hand and for seven years after, we were inseparable.
I would sneak him in through my window into my room and that was the first night I was ever with a guy. We continued to do so until one night when mom's dog, Copper, followed his scent from the back door to my bedroom door. And then we were busted. So..long story short, we continued this relationship for a while. He would be with me, then break up with me.
Then be with me, then break up with me. ...then be with me...then break up with me. Then we broke up...again, so I ventured on my own, in an attempt to move on, and decided to bed a few guys. 5. It's not like I broke a world Slut record and had 249846797345976359 guys. 5. That was it. Ryan, PJ, Ernest, Craig, and Devin. I think it's pretty good for your sex life record if you can remember all the names of everyone you've been with, myself, but I digress. He got with this little sophmore Aria. He cheated on her with me, and that's when we got back together again. Then I went on a summer trip with Belle to North Carolina. We went to Carrowinds, had fun on the lake drunk. And, though I told him I don't remember, I do with perfect clarity that we were back together after I called him drunk and "talked him in to it."
But when I arrived back home, after a few months of not hearing from him, I assumed we were broken up. Really. For good. So I had heard from Belle that her brother's friend Devin was coming down to Tennessee for the summer. Of course, excitement of a new person, possibly a cute guy, was overwhelming. I was dying to know if Devin would be a good guy or not. And he was. I don't remember WHY IN THE FUCKING WORLD I thought it was a good idea, but I picked up Devin and Ted and ...let's just say that Ted had a billyclub that he scared Devin off with. I don't remember why I thought that was a good idea, what the hell I was planning, or what I expected to happen. And I've apologized to Devin for that since and he's forgiven me. Moving along...