• Betrayal

    I feel betrayed. Betrayed by the person I care about the most. The person I cared about the most. I guess I should start by describing her. Her name’s Breanne. She’s got to be one of the most beautiful girls I know. My favourite thing about her, I think, is her raven black hair. I loved it, she didn’t. She would always try to dye it, not completely, mind you, just highlights. Mainly blonde or brunette. One time she highlighted it red. That was sexy. Anyway, we’re both in grade 11 and we were madly in love with each other. At least, I was madly in love with her. To be honest, it’s hard to write about it because I’m kind of in denial and writing it down will make it easier to move on, I hope. Anyway, it was her 17th birthday. I felt guilty because we hadn’t made any plans so I decided it would be fun to surprise her. Her house wasn’t too far so I got on my bike and rode to her home.

    You know, looking back, I probably shouldn’t have taken her back. Ya, we dated for awhile before. She broke up with me to date this other guy she liked. Turns out this other guy, Tom, was a total douche bag, which was good for me because, as far as looks go, I was outmatched. Anyway, back to the surprise. I was excited. Her parents weren’t home, so, being a hormone driven 17 year old, thoughts of sex kept dancing through my mind. Of course, I knew full well she wasn’t going to sleep with me. She told me right at the beginning. The most we ever did was kiss. That was good, though. Really good.

    I finally got to her house. I could tell she was home because the lights in her room were on. I dropped my bike in her driveway and went to the door. It was unlocked so I quietly walked inside. As I made my way up the stairs, walking carefully so as not to make the wood on which I was treading creak. I was so focused that it wasn’t until I got to the door that I noticed. It was a moaning sound. I was curious as to what it was. I didn’t want to burst in there in case she was doing something “private.” I noticed the door was open a crack so I pushed on it a little. The door opened softly and silently, revealing a horror I hoped would never happen to me. It defiantly was Breanne moaning. She lay there, naked and exposed, normally a sight that would turn me on. Where the horror really lied was in the fact that she wasn’t alone. It was Tom. I watched in horror as Tom thrust in and out of my girl friend. I was mortified. What pierced my heart most, however, was the face my girlfriend was making and the noises that came from her throat. She was enjoying it.

    I ran out of the house, not caring about the noises my feet were making. I got out the front door, grabbed my bike and peddled home as fast as I could. I did my best not to cry. I really did. I reached my house and ran into my room only to break down on the bed. I cried the rest of the night away. And so here I am, writing this, hoping my heart will mend.