Black Roses, Paper Mache and a Broken Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
An old ex of mine.
After this, I vowed that I would never let myself be so vulnerable again.

--I know I made this a romance story, but it's kind of the opposite. Also, this didn't actually happen to me. This is for all the girls who's hearts have been broken out there--

Submitted: October 24, 2011

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"Oh James you are so adorable! Thank you so much!"

Oh, I love Valentine's Day. James, my boyfriend, had gotten me a paper mache heart with 'You are my everything' in the middle. He also got me black roses.

"Why black?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

"Because black is your favorite color, isn't it?" now he sounded worried, and I laughed and leaned in for a quick kiss.

"I love you." I said before kissing him softly. Me and James didn't kiss for ages without breath and then do 'it'- we kissed each other softly, sweetly...passionately. And I had already told him that I wasn't ready for sex just yet. And he had understood my wishes and told me that he loved me either way.

Now I felt really, really bad. All I had gotten him for Valentine's Day was his favorite band's new album and a card.

"Babe, don't worry. I love this gift so much." he said, and I smiled widely, feeling happy that he liked my gift.

"Well, I guess we need to get to school." I said, getting up and holding out my hand for him to take. He smiled and took it as we walked out to the car.

 

We were still holding hands as we entered the school grounds, and some students looked at us strangely. That was weird- everyone knew that we were dating. Why would they be acting so weird about it?

One of James' football friends came up to him and looked from him to me and scoffed, shaking his head.

"James, what the f-"

James cut him off with an ice cold stare and gripped my hand tightly, pretty much dragging me into the school building. When we walked inside, he relaxed and loosened his grip, walking to our lockers.

"James?" I said quietly, and he turned to me, a warm smile on his face.

"Yeah?" he asked, his smile slowly fading.

"What was that all about? With that guy..." I said, and now his smile and bright eyes had been replaced by an angry stare.

"Just forget it, will you? It doesn't even matter what he thinks. He told me he thinks that you're a bitch and that you don't deserve someone like me. But babe, I love you more than anything." he said, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I smiled, reassured. Only something didn't seem right. He had looked so angry, and the way he had spoken to me was almost threatening.

Then, a warning bell to get to class rang out through the school and his hand slipped from mine. He was gone!

I shrugged it off, deciding to forget about it and heading off to class.

 

Finally, lunch had come around and I was waiting for him at our favorite table- outside, under a tree at an isolated park bench.

When I saw him coming toward me, a bright smile lit up my face.

"Hey babe." I said, going in for a kiss. He turned his head so I kissed his cheek, and my smile faded.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sounding concerned.

"I- babe, can we just go behind the library for a second? I need to talk to you about something...privately." he said, a blank expression on his face.

I looked around. There was nobody else here- like I said, this little table was isolated.

"But babe, there's nobody here. Why can't we talk here?" I asked, now having a mental freak-out. What if he decided that he hated me and wanted to break up?

A flash of irritation flashed across his face before he grabbed my hand, dragging me again. Only this time, it didn't seem right. His grip was too tight- he was...he was hurting me. As we neared the back of the school library, I tried to get out of his grip.
"James, let go. You're hurting me." I said quietly, but he just glanced at me and tightened his grip.

When we reached the back of the library, he pushed me against the brick wall and kissed me roughly. I managed to push him away and stare at him in fear.

"James, stop. I told you before, you're hurting me. And I thought you understood that I wasn't rea-" he suddenly grabbed my head and smashed it against the brick wall hard. I managed to utter a short cry before falling to the ground, landing on my back.

James got on top of me, pulling off my top and unclipping my bra.

"No, James please, I don't want this!" I cried as he put his mouth around the sensitive skin of my left breast, biting down hard. I gasped in pain and shock. I couldn't believe that he was doing this to me. I had thought he understood!

Then, he did something I definitely didn't want. He pulled off his pants and put his penis in my mouth, forcing me to suck. I choked on his huge penis being forced into my mouth, feebly pushing against him. I knew it would do no good- his hold on me was tight.

I heard him grunt and he exploded in my mouth, breathing hard afterward. I had the urge to spit the stuff out, but he grabbed my throat and told me to swallow it, his expression still completely blank.

With tears in my eyes, I swallowed the stuff, ignoring how dirty I felt for not putting up a fight.

Then he pulled off my pants effortlessly and started to take off my underwear but I fought against him. He couldn't take this away from me, he couldn't!

He ended up getting them off and positioned himself on top of me. I could feel his penis on my vagina, and I looked into his eyes.

"Please James, don't do this to me." I sobbed, trying to push him off me. A hint of regret flashed on his face, but he just shook his head, his blank expression returning.

I widened my eyes before he looked down at his penis touching my vagina and pushed into me, breaking my hymen and stealing my most precious possession. I screamed as loud as I could from the pain, and he grunted and pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust before I could feel his balls slapping against my skin.

I stared up at the man I used to love- now he was nothing but a monster to me.

 

After he finished, he got dressed and stared down at my naked body, lying there dirty and used. He blinked once, shock on his face for a moment as though he couldn't believe what he had done was real. But before I could plead him to just help me to get up, he walked away, leaving me there with only black roses, paper mache and a broken heart.
 

 

 


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