THE STORIES OF MY HEART (1) by Jess J Micheals

(TRUE LIFE STORY)

  Life is full of mysteries, events that push you towards an unexpected end. I sometimes wonder how things would have turned out had I taken a different route in the course of living life. To the fullest if I may add. Oh I lived life!

At least a part of me lived the life I always imagined. So growing up I had all these crazy tall dreams, dreams about being a video vixen, being in a dance group. Living the pimped up lifestyle, much like the pimp my ride idea. I would sneak out  Of the house to go to parties with the big girls, my brother’s friends and all. I still managed to be a straight A student even with all the shenanigans I got up to. Life was great.

  Then I entered the university after scaling through my entrance exams like I wore wing gliders surfing the skies. University was one hell of an experience. That life took me by surprise, I barely knew what day it was or what was going on. I was no longer in control! Everyday like the next, filled with drinking and smoking. I was cutting classes, an engineering student, I was doomed to flunk out at the rate I was going. In the middle of all of this craziness, I was still single. Imagine that mess, but I was waiting, saving myself for that one person who would own me body and soul; or so I thought and believed.

  The day I met Bryan I thought heaven was giving me a sign. He was so handsome, fair in complexion and over 6ft tall. My Adonis, when he spoke it sounded like nightingales harmonizing; the sun rose and shone from his smile. That disarming smile that left me tongue tied each time we met. We became fast friends’, our buddy system was the envy of all other besties. I loved him hopelessly but didn’t have the courage to say. No point ruining a good thing. So I played along, vetoed girlfriends, delivered love letters, offered a shoulder when needed. We were so deep in the friend zone; there was no hope of my ever coming out of it. A choice I made because I loved him to self destruction, more like Indian movie style.

  Bryan was the reason I woke up from my “you will surely flunk out if you don’t sit up mode”. The moment he walked into my life like a whirlwind, he upturned everything. Bryan was a law student a year above me, we walked to school, studied together and hung out everywhere. I quit drinking but I kept the occasional smoke.  Being with Bryan made university life in my 1^st year crazy fun. With him by my side I felt invincible. Till tragedy occurred! Where do I start to narrate my ordeal, how do I make myself remember and then forget? Sometimes I try not to feel anything, not to think; not to imagine; not to Remember Unfortunately I do remember; all of it comes flooding back the moment I allow my mind’s door open just a bit.

  That day was like any other day, Bryan and I had just parted ways; I had to see a friend of mine outside campus. Off I went, though he offered to come with me I refused that I am capable of taking care of myself. I should have known something was amiss when I got to Vivian’s apartment and Cole, Vivian's brother answered the door in near undress but then I was used to seeing him in his state of undress. I went straight to Vivian bedroom like I always do, flopped on the bed and promptly slept off. I heard the door click but assumed it was Vivian; so I didn’t pay attention. I felt the hand on me, so I adjusted assuming Vivian wanted to climb into bed; but the hand kept touching me. My eyes flew open when bells went off in my head, I see Cole on the bed in his boxers with an erection. I sit up in shock, I say something, his reply was a hard slap to my face. My brain does a complete factory reset; Cole takes the chance to get on top of me. 

  Unfortunately that was the day in my infinite wisdom I chose to wear a short dress. My dress was for Bryan, how was I to know, this would happen to me. Cole was Bryan's friend as well, so much was going on in my head; this can’t be happening! This isn’t the way it was supposed to be. I can’t lose my virginity like this! I start to cry, begging him for mercy, asking him not to do this. The harder I fought him the more he roughed me up. He ripped my underwear with one tug at it. He ripped my dress like the beast that he was; I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me. How did I cause this? Isn’t that what they say that I must have done something to provoke such a behavior from an ordinarily normal guy. He said I was a cock tease that he was sure I had given it up to all the guys except him. He wanted to know wasn’t he good enough for me? Didn’t I think him worthy to taste my honey pot?

  He held my two hands with one hand that for some reason seemed quite massive. 

(TO BE CONTINUED)

The next part will be up Saturday morning. This is a true life story of Jess' which is a pseudonym for the writer. 

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