this.”
“I’m acting like this because you weren’t straight with us. You lied to everyone!”
“It was just a little bit of fun while I was laid up, I didn’t expect things to get serious between me and Adam.”
“They’re serious?” Dad started suddenly getting interested.
“Not anymore, Ryan gave me an ultimatum and forced me to break up with Adam today.”
“Well, at least one of you has their head on straight,” mom commented.
“I just want to go to bed now, can I go?”
“Sure Honey, you did the right thing,” dad said supportively.
“No, it’s more like Ryan forced her to do the right thing. Don’t give her credit where it’s not due,” mom said to dad. “Nothing responsible was done on her part.” Mom had that all encompassing look of disappointment on her face that only she gets. I turned to leave them to get ready for bed. When I was self-tucked in under my comforter I put on Timberlake and cried myself to sleep.
The Next Morning
My alarm rang and I zombied through my morning routine feeling hollow inside. I hadn’t asked mom to take me to the arena and I didn’t see Ryan’s car outside. I texted him:
Dalia: Hi, We need 2 talk.
Ryan: I’ll come get U.
I looked out the living room window until I saw the headlights of his Mercedes in the driveway. I left the house quietly and got into his idling car. He turned it off, waiting for me to say something, when I didn’t he faced me. The air was thick with tension. I returned his intense gaze. His hair was messy and he was wearing his wife beater T-shirt with just a sweater overtop. It looked like he had just rolled out of bed and this was the worst he could look. His worst was amazing but with the mood I was in, it was easy to ignore.
“I pick the podium, I pick you, Ryan.”
He reached for me pulling me into a hug, “You won’t be sorry,” he spoke into my hair. “When did you tell him?”
“Yesterday, before we made love,” I confided to him. “It was my first time.” My voice cracked and I broke down sobbing into his broad shoulder.
He held my shaking body for some time and when I quieted down he whispered, “Did I hear that right?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
He pulled away from me grasping both my arms like he did in school,“TELL ME YOU WERE PROTECTED,” he demanded.
“Un.”
He released me and then punched his dashboard really hard, leaving a crack in it and suddenly he wasn't able to look at me anymore, “Get out of my fucking car.”
“Don’t be mad,” I said timidly, “Adam deserved so much more than getting mixed up with this,” I justified. “There’s no way I’ll get pregnant after ONE time.”
“Get out!” he continued.
That’s when it struck me, it was more than our skating. His anger was stemming from raw jealousy.
Tension
Depression got the better of me and I spent the entire day locked in my bedroom sleeping and crying it out. I missed school, skating practice, didn’t eat, or even touch my phone. I completely isolated myself from my family, friends and all social media.
I knew my parents were worried. They begged and pleaded for me to come out. They laid trays of food out for me that went untouched the entire day. Later, I found out that they went as far as sending me text messages in attempts to communicate with me. Nothing worked.
The following morning, I didn’t feel any better, in fact I felt worse. Physically I felt weak from not having eaten the day before, my stomach was becoming nauseated and I was beginning to have periods of dizziness every time I got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Emotionally I was an even bigger mess. I longed to be back in Adam’s arms, to feel his hands all over my body, to rekindle that undeniable passion we had in our last hours together.
My dislike towards Ryan was intensifying with every passing hour. He literally scared the bejesus out of me with his temper in the Mercedes and made no attempt to contact me or
“I’m acting like this because you weren’t straight with us. You lied to everyone!”
“It was just a little bit of fun while I was laid up, I didn’t expect things to get serious between me and Adam.”
“They’re serious?” Dad started suddenly getting interested.
“Not anymore, Ryan gave me an ultimatum and forced me to break up with Adam today.”
“Well, at least one of you has their head on straight,” mom commented.
“I just want to go to bed now, can I go?”
“Sure Honey, you did the right thing,” dad said supportively.
“No, it’s more like Ryan forced her to do the right thing. Don’t give her credit where it’s not due,” mom said to dad. “Nothing responsible was done on her part.” Mom had that all encompassing look of disappointment on her face that only she gets. I turned to leave them to get ready for bed. When I was self-tucked in under my comforter I put on Timberlake and cried myself to sleep.
The Next Morning
My alarm rang and I zombied through my morning routine feeling hollow inside. I hadn’t asked mom to take me to the arena and I didn’t see Ryan’s car outside. I texted him:
Dalia: Hi, We need 2 talk.
Ryan: I’ll come get U.
I looked out the living room window until I saw the headlights of his Mercedes in the driveway. I left the house quietly and got into his idling car. He turned it off, waiting for me to say something, when I didn’t he faced me. The air was thick with tension. I returned his intense gaze. His hair was messy and he was wearing his wife beater T-shirt with just a sweater overtop. It looked like he had just rolled out of bed and this was the worst he could look. His worst was amazing but with the mood I was in, it was easy to ignore.
“I pick the podium, I pick you, Ryan.”
He reached for me pulling me into a hug, “You won’t be sorry,” he spoke into my hair. “When did you tell him?”
“Yesterday, before we made love,” I confided to him. “It was my first time.” My voice cracked and I broke down sobbing into his broad shoulder.
He held my shaking body for some time and when I quieted down he whispered, “Did I hear that right?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
He pulled away from me grasping both my arms like he did in school,“TELL ME YOU WERE PROTECTED,” he demanded.
“Un.”
He released me and then punched his dashboard really hard, leaving a crack in it and suddenly he wasn't able to look at me anymore, “Get out of my fucking car.”
“Don’t be mad,” I said timidly, “Adam deserved so much more than getting mixed up with this,” I justified. “There’s no way I’ll get pregnant after ONE time.”
“Get out!” he continued.
That’s when it struck me, it was more than our skating. His anger was stemming from raw jealousy.
Tension
Depression got the better of me and I spent the entire day locked in my bedroom sleeping and crying it out. I missed school, skating practice, didn’t eat, or even touch my phone. I completely isolated myself from my family, friends and all social media.
I knew my parents were worried. They begged and pleaded for me to come out. They laid trays of food out for me that went untouched the entire day. Later, I found out that they went as far as sending me text messages in attempts to communicate with me. Nothing worked.
The following morning, I didn’t feel any better, in fact I felt worse. Physically I felt weak from not having eaten the day before, my stomach was becoming nauseated and I was beginning to have periods of dizziness every time I got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Emotionally I was an even bigger mess. I longed to be back in Adam’s arms, to feel his hands all over my body, to rekindle that undeniable passion we had in our last hours together.
My dislike towards Ryan was intensifying with every passing hour. He literally scared the bejesus out of me with his temper in the Mercedes and made no attempt to contact me or
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