Funny title, ay! But trust me it makes perfect sense. I won't use names, I believe that you and you know who you guys are, deserve to be spared the humility because it's just that low!

High school for me was like the Soap Opera ‘Days of Our Lives’ mashed with ‘Mortal Kombat!’ Trust me! I look back on it and now I kind of laugh. I forgive people but I don't forget...and due to the not forget thing chances are if you have harmed me and want peace with me...you have peace...but I just don't trust you (period). So calling me and saying "hey what’s up, girl? I miss you how are you doing?" you can bet I have this "what the flipping h-e- (you know what) look on my face. Because I think and truly believe you've just lost your mind. Yes...Yes it was six years ago...but with situations like what happened. May I add, petty situations, I wouldn't be caught in a 3-mile or more visibility distance of you. On to the revelations, to of which, you've forgotten.

     High School. Year One: He liked to pick on my cousin, because…he taught she was stuck up. Truth was she didn't trust him. So, what do you know, he asked me out. I guess our thoughts of dating were different...he thought it meant he had the right to sleep with me. HAH! I was still a virgin and wasn't planning on giving it up anytime soon. My thoughts on dating were: if you were my boyfriend, I spent all my time with you. Going to laser tag. To the movies. Studying (literally). Because I was the girl who didn't think about sex. I was the bookworm who read a book at the fountain in front of our school. Even if I was ditching I was doing my homework and school work...just in a different area than the boring classroom setting. I was more into Anime and videogames than thinking about what guys were hot. Trust me...the way it went with me, if you were a fruit-booter (the hottest guys on earth) and you were into any anime/manga, and J-rock...that was all it took to make me yours. Well this guy was none of these things. It was a scary match-up. He was this wannabe Wu-Tang-er who decided to try skateboarding because he thought it was what I liked, though he started to like skateboarding...whatever...it was just odd, because here I was this candy-perfume girl with purple and blue hair with blue eyebrows to match (my hairs normal now), all heavy into anime, punk-rocker...we argued over music and how he thought I looked ridiculous. It was a nightmare.

So day I dyed my hair dark chocolate and he was like "wow you look so much better" I was just like "look dude back the heck off". I only dyed it chocolate because I wanted my hair black and my mom said if I dyed it black I wouldn’t be able to lift the color out to change it, since I was a hair-dye freak and since my hair is light brown anyway. So, one day, I went to his house, which so happened to be the day he decided it the perfect chance to try and convince me to have sex with him. I told him no and I was on my way out the door...and he started telling me not to go that he wouldn't ask me again. Then he left to get me some thing to drink. Well he was right he didn't ask me again. He just straight up walked back in and pinned down and started un-buttoning my pants. I remember being pissed and frustrated because he was real strong, and I couldn't get him off me. I weighted only 137 at the time. I struggled to the point I twisted my wrist. At moment of twisting my wrist I must have elbowed him in the eye. Because he jumped back and was cursing. I was headed to the door again and he blocked me. I was so pissed by then I yelled " this is great, I said no, and you want to get me one way or the other" by that time I lost it and slugged him in the stomach, by that time, and I don't know how, but when he came at me again I threw him, with ease. I guess you can do all most any thing when you’re scared or mad. I left.

 He called me later saying he was sorry...saying he didn't know what he was doing because he was sexually frustrated. Me being stupid I forgave him and took him back. At that time I didn't know anything about 'sexual frustration' and how it made people act. When I talked to my friend Paris about it...she said it was and excuse her language, I was a bad-a** too then, she said: "That’s a load of bullsh*t! If sexual frustrate made anyone do that, rape wouldn't be a crime. He's bad news...you need to dump him, girl!” I was considering it...so I called him and told him to come over that it was better to talk about it in person. When he came over his friend was with him. His friend went down stairs, so did I, and my b/f followed us. I told him and he was so ticked but calm. He said he had heard I was going to dump him two weeks before...and met up with his ex and she and him went and had sex for threes day everyday after school. I was pissed...at least I had found out why he had been telling me he was too busy and couldn’t hang out for those days. I remember getting up and saying get the f* out my house. Well his friend had disappeared for a minute...and then showed up and was like okay dude let's go. Well, this dummy had to have the last word...and went on about how she doing him made him feel like a man and how I was nothing...and started approaching me, so I kicked the crap out of him. He flew back pretty far...landed on his butt. But he left. Why’d I kick him? Well, after the last time he approached me by surprised and attacked me, do you blame me?

Well, I guess he was still ticked I ended it, and started calling my house and pranking the phones. It went on for a long while. My mother warned me a long time ago she didn't approve of me dating him. I should have listened. I was a vengeful girl back then. Because all this happened not even the year after my father and grandmother had died, so I had a lot of pent up anger. So, the fact that he was so happy he had cheated on me wore on me. I started not to like men. After all, all the ones that dated me and then found out they couldn't have me the way they wanted...got pleasure out of cheating. Then the memories flooded my mind about how people mistreated me, and the past time a group tried to rape me...just got to me. For that week I was pissed. There was no reasoning with me...my mother even tried taking me to my favorite restaurant, my friends tried spiking my drink in secret and then taking me to amusement park but I was still upset. I cursed this chick out that was older then I because she cut in front of me in line and I had been standing there for an hour. Then, the dumb idiot ex showed up with his ex...so, at that time I just threw up. And went home.

Well, it had been a month and he came to the door again, with this fake ploy to get back at me for kicking him. (Key: Remember I 'm still peeved.) So, my mom says, “be nice and talk it over”...she let's him in and then she goes to the store real quick. So we're talking and I'm like "yea, whatever..." to everything he says, then he's friend comes to the door, saying "yea...I'm looking for _______"...by that time I knew something was up. Because if I wasn't dating him anymore, how do you know he's here?! I was "stupid back then and naïve"...well his friend, like always, goes downstairs to wait for me and ______, to finish our talk or so I think.

 (Key: Remember the saying that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.)

So I hear my brother closet open…but my brother wasn’t even home yet. I’m like, wait a minute, what’s your friend doing? So I go down stairs…and ________ follows me. I see he friend go through my brothers things…at that time my ex yanks me (picks me up) and literally throws me into the bathroom, shuts the door and holds it closed. I start panicking because I don’t know what’s about to happen. I don’t know if they’re going to burn the house with me in it, or what. So, I start to cry and then…

I just stopped…

 By then it was like I wasn’t even me, it was like I was watching this person get extremely irate, because by then, I was passed mad, over pissed, and way under and over peeved. I had my back against the wall when my brother come home and opened the door to the bathroom…asking if I’m ok. I was just so sick of being tormented and then tricked and tormented again and again. I was sick of being stupidly naïve. And ________ says to my brother “yea we’re just playing around.” I just glared into the mirror; it was the first time I noticed that the color part of my eyes turn maroon when I become like this. I tried reasoning with myself and by this time his friend had left. I was leaned over the sink with my eyes closed and told my brother that he needed to check his room because they went through his stuff. Everything would had been find but _______ started to laugh and cackle…and then my brother say oh no my fireworks are missing…it may sound crazy to be mad over this) but my mother had paid too much money for those things, she was always trying to hard to cheer me and my brother up since our dad had passed…SO I got overly infuriated. I had no mercy, not anymore…and said, “That’s it! It’s on…” we had this pool set, and I grabbed those pool sticks and an odd creative pugnacity came over me, as had other fighting style other than kick-boxing, I was fast and I was quick. I beat him for stealing from my family, cheating on me, being an a**, physically hurting my cousins, anything he ever did to me and my family just got paid up all in that day. If I was weak before I wasn’t anymore.

                                                        “End of part 1…to be continued”

 

wow..Reii...we're alike in many ways....I think our personalities are alike...I'm obsessed with dying my hair (its bleached blonde with red/orange/a goldish tint/purple/pink...) of course i love anime and i love punk-rock music...I've never really thought too much about sex (and i get mega critized for it. especially because i decided i wanted to save myself for marriage)...I'm naive alot...i'll admit...we both trust people too much..give them the benifit of the doubt...
I know the damage has been done but...Please try to take care of yourself. Because you're a wonderful person--you're alot like me, I want you to be happy. Stay away from those horrible people...
...im just kind of in shock now...i feel sad that this happened to you...after every post you write i feel some of me inside of it. I'm a little bewildered so I dont know if i can give you a strait helpful answer but...just take care of yourself from now on, Reii...*huggles*

I like your writing style.

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