"ohhh no no. you got me fucked up."
she opens my bedroom door, and sits on my bed.
"what do you mean i got you fucked up." she licks her lips, and puts her hand on my thigh.
"i know what you do. you do this kind of shit every saturday." i stand up, brushing off my pants.
"nah you got me fucked up." she follows, wrapping her arms around my hips.
"you don't have to do anything kp.."
i felt my body hit the wall and a rush of adrenaline hit me.
7 am sunday morning
i yawn myself awake, my bed is cold, or no.
i try to stand up, but i can't.
jesus christ.
all my clothes are scattered.
god dammit.
how'd i let this happen again?
i push onto my toes, all i'm wearing is a necklace and a random pair of underwear i hadn't seen since i was... seventeen. yeah.
seventeen.
where'd that devil go?
a note on my bed-stand,
neatly folded, but i knew this wasn't going to be what i wanted to hear.
u were great. see you tonight
- k
my heart and body ached, but i knew better than
she drew a shitty drawing of me at the bottom of the note.
she doesn't even know my name, let alone my apartment number.
my coffee tasted bitter, my mouth tasted like day old liquor from the night before.
she was still on my mind
she had tainted my thoughts like a blood stain.
it was too much to bare on my own
i hadn't had much experience with these scenarios, as i was only nineteen.
i gotta loosen up.
( 3)missed calls from grey stevens
shit.
i called him back, against my own counsel.
"bitch! how dare you!" he hollered over the phone.
"listen grey..." i began to explain myself.
