I guess I left you all mystified about my life. Let me clear this up, and explain it all.
When I entered sixth grade, I felt confident enough about myself to go straight up to Blake to tell him how I felt. This was before I met Heather and Samantha, and before Blake noticed I existed.
Now, I had heard the rumors of things that Blake did to girls…but I figured that rumors were rumors and I shouldn't believe them unless I heard it from him himself.
It was the last week of school, and Blake was with his friends, smoking cigarettes outside of the front steps. I took a deep breath, and walked right up to him.
"Hi!" I said, a little too enthusiastic. He looked at me, eyed me up and down, and kissed me straight on the lips. I was taken aback, considering the only person to have ever kissed me before was Chris. And that was when I was five. But this…this was something else. This was tongue, and movement, and...passion. I pulled away, and he put his arm around me.
"We're going out tonight." He smiled. I awkwardly smiled, and pulled myself away from him. I decided from that moment that I didn't like him as much as I thought I did. I began walking home when I heard people following me and whispering…about me.
"I heard her…" One girl said.
"She definitely kissed…" I turned around to find two girls staring at me. One had long, shiny, black hair and a red knit cap on. She was wearing a tan jacket and denim capris. (Heather) And the other one had shoulder length, different shades of blonde waves. She was wearing short, purple shorts, and an aqua tank top. (Samantha).
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"Are you dating Blake Manson?" Heather asked me. I shook my head.
"It's a long story. Just stay out of it." I said, trying to turn around again.
"But…if you are, we have some advice for you." Samantha said, as they took steps closed to me. I was getting frightened.
"I'm not! He like…" I began.
"Grabbed you and shoved his tongue down your throat?" Samantha asked. Heather began laughing and shook her head.
"Honey, let us explain Blake Manson…." Heather said. So that night, they slept over and explained every girl that Blake had ever gotten with and things he'd done.
"Lily McManglio got pregnant four times from him. She has six kids and she's only like…fifteen. One pregnancy was twins." Heather told me. I was shocked.
"Don't forget, Michelle Roberts got two STDs and is in the hospital because they are messing her up." Samantha explained.
"Omigosh! He's a monster!" I shrieked. They nodded.
"Oh yeah, and then there's Jade Wilson. She almost married him. He knocked her up, and her parents said she could either get an abortion or marry him. But that was it. She refused to give up the baby and almost married him until she moved to Mexico for some reason. She now has a baby girl, Isabel." Heather told me, in complete seriousness.
The whole night was ragging on Blake. It was so much fun and I became really good friends with Heather and Samantha all in one night.
But…at about one-thirty in the morning, there were rocks being thrown at my window. I went over to see what it was (Heather and Samantha were asleep), and Blake was sitting on the branch of the tree that lets me sneak out through my window. I was confused and opened the window, because I couldn't see anything outside. As soon as I opened the window, Blake jumped in. He…pinned me to the bed and well…lets just say I wish my first time was more magical. He told me that he would do this every night until I agreed to be his girlfriend. And that if I told anyone or called the cops he would find out, and worse things would happen. I was bawling with tears, and agreed unwillingly. He smiled, kissed me hard, and left by slipping out the window.
The next morning Samantha and Heather found me doing something I never would have done unless something was really messing me up.
They woke up, and went into the bathroom. I was crying so hard, and I found a good pair of scissors. I was cutting my shoulder. It was terrible, and the only time I ever did it. There was blood everywhere, and Samantha shrieked. Heather called 911, and Samantha went to get my mom. I passed out from losing so much blood. I never told a single soul about why I did it.
I cut really deep, and it took two weeks for me to finally leave the hospital. I have scars all over my right shoulder. I always lie on why I have them.
So, when Heather and Samantha asked me why, I said let's just say me and Blake are an item and there's nothing any of us can do about it. I think they knew somewhat. They had an idea, definitely.
Throughout the time we dated, he changed a little bit and I actually started to like him. He was still the terrible, disgusting Blake Manson that I knew from the start, but changed enough to make me like him a little bit.
So now you know why sometimes I freak out. Why I pass out from remembering that horrible night. Or those two weeks in the hospital. Or the rest of my time with Blake. Or why I only where shirts that cover my scars. Now you know. Please don't think of me any different, I'm still the same Brylee. I'm just a Brylee that terrible things have happened to. Now, onto my story…