admin @ Tue, 2006-09-19 08:00
I felt sick the moment the question slipped out of my mouth. It was a Friday night, fall of my junior year in high school. I was with my new adorable boyfriend, whom I had secretly had a crush on for a year.
Needless to say, I killed the mood. No. I beat, raped and murdered it.
It could have been perfect. He walked me home every day for two weeks. I had waited long enough to make s...
