"Pan, come on! I'm your best friend! You know this isn't the right
thing to do!"
"I know, but Bra, I've been with him so long! And I know, deep down, he DOES love me!"
"But, no he doesn't!"
"Yes he does, Bra! He tells me all the time! Every day!"
"When? Huh? When he screwing you? When he's got you pinned to the ground? Is THAT when he tells you he loves you?"
"Yes...but...he...he does love me Bra! You...you're wrong!" I screamed and stormed out of the room. I had done that a lot lately. Not just to Bra. To Dad, Mom, Uncle Goten, even Grandpa Gokuu. I had become a bitch, trying to hide my secret was hard. It wasn't for Trunks, though. It was like it didn't even faze him. I would sit and watch him as he took tramps, whores, sluts, got any more words for them, up to his room. He wouldn't even look at me! Now, NOW though! Now he'll HAVE to look at me! Now he'll be FORCED to notice me! Because what I have to tell him...it's not just going to go away! Not like the other times when he scream, "I love you Pan!" No, those were never true! Like I said, I was just a good FUCK! He didn't give a shit about me! No! That would be a crime! I remember when I figured all of this out. It was the same day.
"Trunks. Can we talk...in private?" I asked, hinting for Bra to leave.
"I can take a hint! I'll see you later Pan."
"Bye Bra, thanks!"
"So what's up?"
"Trunks, uhm...do you love me?"
"Yes, of course Pan!"
"No...do you love ME, or do you love my body?"
"You Pan! I mean, you're beautiful, but I...you...definantly."
"Say it."
"Huh?"
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"Tell me you love me!"
"I...you know I do though!"
"Then you'd have no problem saying it! So just fucking say it!"
"Pan, I...I...Pan, come on!"
"If it was true, then you'd be able to say it. Fuck you Trunks!"
But just because I told him off, didn't mean that was the end. That night, we...made up...three times...then he went home. I fell asleep in the spot. When I woke up, once again, I was alone. I curled my knees to my chest and cried. The truth was in my face, but I wasn't doing a damn thing about it! Typical me! I wanted Trunks! That was all! Now I had him, but not quite the way I expected to. I'm twenty-one now, and he still hides me.
"I know, but Bra, I've been with him so long! And I know, deep down, he DOES love me!"
"But, no he doesn't!"
"Yes he does, Bra! He tells me all the time! Every day!"
"When? Huh? When he screwing you? When he's got you pinned to the ground? Is THAT when he tells you he loves you?"
"Yes...but...he...he does love me Bra! You...you're wrong!" I screamed and stormed out of the room. I had done that a lot lately. Not just to Bra. To Dad, Mom, Uncle Goten, even Grandpa Gokuu. I had become a bitch, trying to hide my secret was hard. It wasn't for Trunks, though. It was like it didn't even faze him. I would sit and watch him as he took tramps, whores, sluts, got any more words for them, up to his room. He wouldn't even look at me! Now, NOW though! Now he'll HAVE to look at me! Now he'll be FORCED to notice me! Because what I have to tell him...it's not just going to go away! Not like the other times when he scream, "I love you Pan!" No, those were never true! Like I said, I was just a good FUCK! He didn't give a shit about me! No! That would be a crime! I remember when I figured all of this out. It was the same day.
"Trunks. Can we talk...in private?" I asked, hinting for Bra to leave.
"I can take a hint! I'll see you later Pan."
"Bye Bra, thanks!"
"So what's up?"
"Trunks, uhm...do you love me?"
"Yes, of course Pan!"
"No...do you love ME, or do you love my body?"
"You Pan! I mean, you're beautiful, but I...you...definantly."
"Say it."
"Huh?"
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"Tell me you love me!"
"I...you know I do though!"
"Then you'd have no problem saying it! So just fucking say it!"
"Pan, I...I...Pan, come on!"
"If it was true, then you'd be able to say it. Fuck you Trunks!"
But just because I told him off, didn't mean that was the end. That night, we...made up...three times...then he went home. I fell asleep in the spot. When I woke up, once again, I was alone. I curled my knees to my chest and cried. The truth was in my face, but I wasn't doing a damn thing about it! Typical me! I wanted Trunks! That was all! Now I had him, but not quite the way I expected to. I'm twenty-one now, and he still hides me.
