TORN

Chapter 8

Hannah

I woke up to my alarm. I felt refreshed but I was also dreading today. I was cringing still about throwing up in front of Johnny. I hoped he would just pretend it didn't happen.

I applied light make up and stuck my hair into a high pony again as I hadn't curled it the night before. Then I made my way to my car and backed out the drive.

As I drove along my thoughts drifted to Johnny. What did I feel for him? I knew I was sexually attracted to him. The thought unnerved and thrilled me at the same time. I felt guilt but I couldn't control my sexual responses.

Liam had fucked up not me!

I wouldn't even have thought twice about Johnny if I was still with Liam and I knew that for certain.

That then made me question if this was all to get even with Liam subconsciously. I couldn't help but think it wasn't. Johnny was as sexy as they come and something was pulling me towards him. I thought about having sex with Johnny; my heart dropped but between my legs clenched.

What the fuck does that mean?! I thought.

My mind went back to the night I had first slept with Liam. When he took my virginity when I a sixteen year old school girl. I had waited a bit more than a whole year before I had slept with him, I wanted to be of legal age and in a weird way, I wanted him to respect me. I smiled sadly as I remembered it as though it was last year.

September 2011
'Happy Birthday Babe'. Liam smiled at me. I grinned back at him as I opened the small box he had handed to me.

We were in my living room with Mollie and my Mum and Jack. They were all grinning at me expectantly.
I opened up the white box to find a eternity ring; it took my breath away. It was silver, with mine and Liam's names engraved in it. My heart swelled, he was so sweet. My mum and Jack looked at each other with wide eyes before Mum spoke.

'Must have set you back that mate, it's lovely'. My Mum adored Liam and thought of him like a son and had took that role on subconsciously, as he didn't have a mother himself, she had abandoned him and his Dad when he was a baby. She was still very wary of Liam though, as he wasn't exactly a choir boy.

She didn't know the half, I thought.

'It's all worth it for her'. He smiled. I kissed him on the cheek and put the ring on, I knew he was possessing me and I loved it, I loved him. I wanted him to possess me fully tonight. I hadn't told him yet though.

After a long day at school and a meal with my family and friends, I told Mum I was staying at Amy's, my best friend. I could see she knew different but chose not to confront me as she often didn't, anyway I sixteen now. I felt so grown up and I was ready to have sex. I had matching black underwear on underneath my jeans and top.

We reached Liam's house, his Dad was out for the night. His Dad Paul was alright, he turned a blind eye when I sneaked in to sleep over. He never mentioned it. Liam was nearly two years older than me, he would be turning eighteen next month.

I lay my head on his chest and stared at my ring. It meant everything to me, in that moment I knew I would be his forever. At least some part of me anyway.

'Did you have a good day then babe?' He kissed the top of my head. I had school the next day so jumped over to his bedside and set his alarm so that I would get up.

'It was lovely, my ring is so special.' I smiled sincerely.

'It'll be a wedding ring one day'. He stared into my eyes with a serious expression. My heart beat sped up from his words.

As I rolled back over him, he pulled me so I was on top of him, straddling him. Entwining his fingers in mine. I could feel his erection digging in his jeans, through mine.