Twas the end of spring break, and my girlish figure was ruffled and bloated with the bountiful spoils of seemingly endless food. Exercise was no where to be found, not that I had tried, or even bothered. Fuck working out. I didn’t need a social life. The computer held all the answers to questions in my head. The only problems was that the internet itself waited for no one. Thus I was trapped clicking and refreshing and opening new tabs. Forever. I had stayed awake for hours the previous night, only turning to my stiff mattress when the bird calls beckoned me to sleep. Forget showers. I was stewing in what could only be a pound of dead skin and grease.  I closed my eyes and drifted off effortlessly only to be slammed awake hours later by the constant barking of my little shit, I mean my wonderful dog, Smudge. I didn’t think anything of it, just that my dog really didn’t deserve a throat and fuck the concept of noise.

That was when my door creaked open and there stood my ex boyfriend, Terry. Well fuck what did he want.

We agreed, well okay I did, that we were better off as just “friends”. You don’t kiss a guy after one date and he breaks up with you, this guy is a winner. We hadn’t talked really since the break up but he would stop by every once in a while. He was of course my brothers friend first before we dated. Awkward.  So he came in my room, I’m surprised my morning face didn’t scare him off, well okay he made out with me after I ate garlic, so I guess he didn’t mind me looking like a crack whore who just just shot up, drooling on my pillow with my hair like a mother fucking birds nest but i digress. I mumbled a couple things, mostly “whats” and “Huhs” but it didn’t convey my confusion as much as it should have. I guess he finally deciphered my sloppy sentences and asked me a simple question. One that I regret ever answering.

“You’re brothers aren’t home, want to go hang out?”

Fuck. I couldn’t say no. My black little heart was begging for the attention but my mind was whispering….”That’s more time away from the computer.”  I ended up nodding half heartily. How do you say no to a guy who you still had feelings for? I knew something was up. Nobody just hung out with me because they wanted to, that was impossible. Impossible I tell you! So I dragged myself out of bed and fixed myself up in the mirror as much as I could, which was pretty hard considering the amount of filth and grime collecting itself on me. I was like a museum of bacteria. When I looked “presentable” I got out of the bathroom and we started on our journey.

So many regrets in so little time.

We drove around at first, not really going anywhere which was cool with me, I love car rides with bros then we stopped at a grocery store. I should mention that there was a lot of “subtle” flirting going on. C’mon, we didn’t have a real face to face break up, he broke up with me on the phone, like a pussy, I should be allowed to flirt. We went through the isles prancing around like a fruity pair and I had no idea what the fuck we came here for. Terry ended up getting some blueberries and some cream shit I don’t know or care. After we finished buying that crap I noticed a pet store and giggled like school girl throwing my arms up and ran the fuck over there. He laughed all romantic like one of those bullshit lovey dovey movies and followed. Me and him ended up going walking around there for about 30 minutes because I love buying worthless things for my pets and looking at cages. Idgaf.

Then we go to his house. 

And the story ends with him date raping me. The end.