"That was great," you said. You buttoned up your blue shirt, and tucked it inside his black dress, pants. Your ran an hand through your hair, as I sat on the grass, covering myself up with my dress. You looked away from me, and focused on the moon.
It was a full moon, it was bright and big in the black sky. I didn't know what to say to you. I could hardly believe it myself.
In one night.
That was all it took you Christian. I gave myself to you. I gave my virginity to a total stranger. You scratched the back of your head, "I... should get going."
I couldn't believe it. You walked away without saying bye, I watched you disappear, before I burst into tears.
I felt used.
Not to mention that fact that you had practically forced yourself on me. But like they said, its not rape if you like it. After a while I decided to get up. My legs were wobbly, I was hurting all over; you'd been too rough on me. I almost fell as I stood on my two feet, but someone was there to catch me. I groaned in pain.
I rested my head against his shoulder, smelling his aftershave. He was there when you weren't.
He helped me get dressed, a hard facial expression. Almost as if he was angry. We didn't speak as he carried me to the house, through the back door, so no one would see us. He sat me down on the stool, and he started looking through the cupboards. I finally found my voice.
"What are you looking for?" I asked him. "Tea," he answered without looking at me.
"It's by the coffee pot."
He made me tea. With a shaking hand I took a sip of it. I wasn't in shock anymore. In fact I was angry. Angry at you. For leaving me there. For letting Dimitri take care of me.
I hated you then.
Dimitri didn't say a word for a while. "You should go home and rest." I nodded getting up. I went through the main hall, and I saw you. You saw me. You were smiling but it vanished once you saw I was with Dimitri.
I looked away from you, and left the party without saying goodbye.
I went home to the apartment I shared with Lissa, who was my best friend since we were 4.
When she got home I told her all about you. Something flashed through her eyes as I talked about you. But you know why, don't you? I fell asleep leaning against her as she brushed my hair.
I dreamt of you for the first time.
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It took a week before I ever saw you again. It was at Sunday dinner with my family. I didn't know you or your family were going to be there. I wore a purple dress that came right above my knees. It was strapless, and I wore black high heels, with only a light blush, mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss. I said goodbye to Lissa and Adrian, leaving the apartment quickly.
I arrived 30 minutes later. Once I went in, I followed the laughter to the family room, next to the dining room.
I went in and immediately my eyes found you. You were leaning above the fire place, a drink in your hand. You were laughing with my older sister Avery. Something burned in the pit of my stomach; jealousy is what it was.
"Rose, you made it," my mother spoke. At the mention of my name you stiffened, and slowly you turned your head my direction. You kept a perfect composure, almost as if that night hadn't happened. I never asked, so now might be a good time. Why? What was going inside your head?
I snapped away from your stare and smiled at my mother. I smiled, going over to her and my dad, and giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. I proceeded to say hello to your family, but you know that. You were there.
I shook Dimitri's hand, and when I shook yours, I noticed the difference. Dimitri's hands were rough, calloused, big, and warm; while yours were slightly bigger than mine, they were soft, and cold. You smiled at me though, as you shook my hand, and it brightened my day.
I held nothing for you at that moment. All I wanted was to be with you. And I accomplished that didn't I?
Despite everyone's protests.
It didn't take long either.
Soon enough I was yours. Just like you planned it.