~Kiss Me, Deadly~

Prologue

Date-September 19th 2009 

I was stumbling through the halls of my house trying to get to the bathroom before I threw up. I knew I shouldn’t have drunk any alcohol. This was my first time and it was bound to end up in disaster plus with the fact that it could seriously shorten my life span (I think) which I don’t need. Whenever my brother had his parties, when my parents and younger sister where out of town, I always stayed in my room and read a good book with my iPod turned up. 

Tonight was different though, I had a plan. I was finally going to confess my feelings to Brady Cooper. I knew things weren’t going to go perfectly but I never imagined what happened would. 

When I got to the downstairs bathroom the was a long line of people queuing up for their turn and I didn’t think I could wait that long, so I climbed up the stairs and just about made it into my en-suite when I felt the bile rising in my throat. I tried to hold my hair back but it was a lost cause, it was his entire fault. Brady Cooper, my brother Rhys's best friend. He said he really liked me, I thought he meant it; he had the most honest eyes, and that hair... well, even a loser like me couldn’t help but to want to run their hands through it. He stole my virginity a couple of hours ago. 

I didn't mean to have sex with him, I just wanted to confess, but things got out of hand and he sounded so sincere saying that we would be together so I believed him. At the time I really thought he liked me. He kissed me, said that things would be alright, that the pain would be over soon, and he was right it was one of the most pleasurable nights of my life, well, the most pleasurable night of my life considering I’ve only had sex once (Hey, I’m only 16). I thought that he would ask me to be his girlfriend now that we had been intimate but what did I know, I’m only a sophomore, if even, a stupid naive little child who didn't know any better. 

When it was over he tapped me on the head and said, "Let's not tell the big bro 'bout this eh?" I was so confused I didn't understand the words that had come out of his mouth until he was trying to find his clothes. 

"What do you mean? If we're going to be together then we have to tell him, I can't keep something this big a secret from him," I asked him, my eyes were wide with confusion.

Looking back on it know I realised what a stupid little girl I was. He was a player and would only ever be one. 

"Be together...... Hahahahaha... y-you really think that I would go out with you, you're only sixteen. God I never knew how dumb you were. I don't do relationships Hun, I do one night stands, booty calls and hook ups but I am glad that I got the pleasure of taking your precious virginity," He gloated while laughing at me.

“I don’t get it. You said you liked me, that we’d be together. What happened?” I asked, trying to hold back the tears that were suddenly threatening to break free. 

“And you believed me! That was the best part, you were so easy to convince. You know I don’t do that whole exclusive thing especially with a chubby, ugly, stupid little girl who cried because her first time having sex hurt. I need someone who is good in bed and that just isn’t you, sorry ugly lose the love handles and maybe we can hook up again because right now you kind of look like an overgrown baby when you’re naked!” He winked at the end when he saw my shocked face. 

“Didn’t this mean anything to you? Don’t I mean anything to you?” I asked him in a small voice, afraid of the answer. 

“God get this through your head! I don’t care about you Cammie, at all. You mean nothing to me, you’re only your brothers annoying little sister who can’t take a hint, that was just sex and it meant nothing,” He near enough shouted at me, but once he was done he started to laugh again. 

He was still trying to contain his laughter when he finished putting his clothes on and left me there feeling so lost. I couldn't comprehend what was going on, he just left me there while he laughed and said all those nasty things about me. 

I was trying to force myself not to cry to see if that would make my humiliation better but it didn’t work. I sat there and cried my eyes out, I wanted to forget the fact that I was so stupid and that he had been so horrible. I bet he wouldn’t be so horrid if he knew about how I was “dying”, I bet that he would come crawling back on his hands and knees apologizing... or he would say that he hoped he hadn’t caught anything.