A young woman gives her heart and her first night to a man she trusts, only to be dismissed as nothing more than practice. As she tries to rebuild her sense of self, the truth of what he really wanted from her begins to surface, forcing her to decide whether love is worth the risk again.
His tone was full of ambiguous affection, as if he were still savoring the afterglow, not even bothering to zip it up properly. I stumbled out of the room without looking back. The moment I locked myself in the bathroom stall, I clapped a hand tightly over my
How stupid can I be? He doesn't love you. He never did. I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from making any louder sound, tasting blood
my mouth. I couldn't stay here any longer. Wiping my tears roughly with the back of my hand, I took a deep, without hesitation, I walked straight toward the exit, leaving Ethan and this suffocating room behind.
My phone buzzed. It was a message from Ethan. Where'd you go? Can't take you to prom tonight?
Something came up. And take the morning after pill. I didn't use protection last night. Don't want any accidents.
take care. My stomach twisted violently. I remembered him holding me afterwards, whispering how I finally belonged to him. I'd been so lost in the warmth of that that I didn't even care. But now, every word in that message felt like a slap to the face.