Deena
Part 1
I never was one for love. Sure, a couple boyfriends here or there, but
no serious relationships. Even at fifteen, I knew if I fell too hard
for the wrong guy, I'd end up with my heart broken. So, I tried to
avoid that situation and pass on my advice to anyone.
One of my best friends', Melissa, has a thing for falling for guys too
soon. Every time I'd tell her the same thing, "don't get mixed up with
him, he's only going to break your heart," and she'd reply saying "I
know what I'm doing," but every time she'd end up at my house crying
and screaming that he wasn't good enough for her.
She goes a little crazy after a break up, even going as far as leaving
ransom notes under her ex's door. Personally, I think it's all for
attention, but really, she's making the situation worse and she
doesn't realize it.
Part 2
Not only do I know that this guy, Dylan, that she's with, does nothing
but use girls, I let it slide that Melissa wanted to continue their
relationship, figuring I'd keep an eye on the situation.
It had been a week since they were officially "together", and every
night she'd text me, disappointed that he hadn't said "I love you" to
her. I agreed that it was disappointing, but I knew even if he said it
to her, he wouldn't mean it.
Part 3
"It is well for the heart to be naive and the mind not to be."
-Anatole France
Part 4
It just so happens that one of my best friends, Ryan, is also best
friends with Dylan. This is the reason why I know that all Dylan does
is use girls.
As me and Ryan sat in my room, studying, we talked about their
relationship. He told me that Dylan had had his eye on Melissa for a
while because he liked her blonde hair, blue eyes, and mainly, her
body. I was disgusted that one of my good friends could be friends
with such a jerk.
Dylan trusted Ryan with a lot of information, so it came as a surprise
to me that he would tell me all this stuff. Then he told me the most
disturbing thing. The night before, Dylan had planned on drugging
Melissa and taking advantage of her. As he told me this, I couldn't
even control myself, I was filled with such anger and such sorrow for
my friend, I started to cry. I screamed at him not to joke like that.
Praying that it was a joke. The emotions that ran through me were so
mixed up- I didn't even know what to do. I hadn't heard from Melissa
since she left for her date. I got up from my chair, stormed down the
stairs and ran out of the house into the pouring rain.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Melissa's number, hoping... praying,
that she would pick up and tell me that it wasn't true.
No answer.
I called her again.
No answer.
Each time that I called her cell phone and she didn't answer, my panic
level rose and my tears came faster.
Why didn't I see this coming?
How could I have been so naive?
Part 5
The rest of the weekend I never left my room, except for when I had to
throw up. Sometimes, I didn't even make it down the hall to the
bathroom. My parents just thought that I had the stomach flu, and I
didn't intend on telling them about what had happened.
Ryan stayed with me the whole time; he was such a good friend to me.
He was what I needed - he was also the only one I could talk to.
I waited for the one phone call - even one text, which would be from
Melissa, telling me that she was ok.
The weekend had passed. No phone call. No text.
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