The Blame Game (Unedited)

Chapter 4 (editing)

Warnings| Strong Language and mention of alcohol.
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Maybe I am not worthy of love. Just meant to love, not to be loved. Maybe bad boys often choose to be with good girls, because of their innocence. Maybe good girls are safer, single than wasting their time on a man who will hurt them. Or maybe, just maybe, love doesn't exist at all.

Those were the thoughts that raced, through my mind after it happened. I told my mother who was more understanding, then Dad was. My mom tried to assure me, people will forget about the video within a day or two. Days turned to months, and still the sex tape was circulating.
"I told you to be careful, now look what happened" Dad yelled, angrily pacing around the living room.

Mom put her hand up in his face, "Sebastian, this is not what she needs right now" She said to him.

"What she needs? What about me?" Dad continued "ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME, BEFORE MY BOSS SEES. MY CO-WORKERS. EVERYBODY I WORK WITH WILL THINK, MY DAUGHTER IS A SLUT".

"I'M NOT A SLUT" I cried "ITS NOT MY FAULT".

Mom rested her hands on my face "Of course not honey. We're not saying that" She assured, giving me a hug.

I wiped my tears "I...I don't know how he got it on video. If I knew he was recording, I would of never-"

Dad interrupted by yelling once again "You shouldn't have gone to his house in the first place" .

"So...that makes it my fault" I argued.

"Yes" Dad said

"No" Mom said at the same time, then looks at Dad, "Stop it" She ordered

"I am trying to fix this" I told them, shrugging "I can't fix it...without your help"

Mom and Dad just exchanged looks, they frown at the idea "I don't think we can help you with this, honey-" Mom said.

"What? You are my parent" I sobbed "I need you....please, I need you guys the most right now"

"You made ...an adult decision to sleep with this kid-" Dad explained "These are the consequences, you have to face them".

"By myself?" I whined.

Their silence told me all I needed to know. I got up from the couch and ran upstairs to my room, feeling completely hopeless. I sit on my bed, trying to think of how to make this nightmare end. I felt so alone. I needed help, but had nowhere to turn.

My parents, the ones I expected to help me through this difficult time. Basically told me to deal with it yourself. Like it was my fault. I needed support. From somebody. At this point, from anybody.

At school I was the laughing stock, I tried to ignore it best I could. For awhile, I did. Until my friends took part, turning against me. I was painted as a whore. Whenever I tried to give the facts, the rumors intensified.

Alleging that I knew what the smash-list consisted of, and tried to sleep my way to the top. That the sex-tape was agreed on before getting posted.

I reluctantly went to school the following day. I strolled these hallways with my head down, hood up and long brown hair hiding my face. Trash was thrown at me. Slut, horny Bitch, skank, were some of these insults I heard. But, after awhile you learn to turn them out.

I finally found my best friend, Natalie. Possibly, the one and only friend I had left. Natalie was talking to three girls, who rudely gave me a stink-eye before they went on their way. "Hey, I texted you last night.." I told Natalie, while she put her lunchbox in her locker.