MIRAH

"Mhm...Do... Don't stop.."

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Having sex with a stranger?. Everything all began after the break up and after Austin my ex scumbag boyfriend screwed me up and abandoned me to reconcile with his ex lover to have their shitty happily ever after that I at last would be no part of...

Hours ago and after the breakup tragic incident on the high school's welcome back party, I had drifted myself away from the party room and school itself, cried a river, grieved and become depressed over him like any other teenage lovesick dumb lover would do after facing a ruthless breakup like mine.

But an hour ago and after shedding millions of useless tears of a scumbag like him that wasn't worth it, I decided and made up my mind to forget him, hate him, but immediately I finally concluded he wasn't worth any single tears that I shredded, the next thing that came into my mind was alcohol, and how it was the perfect solution to make a teen forget everything, but little did I know that going to the nearby bar to drown in alcohol would cost me everything and the most precious that I had treasured all the 18 years of my unbalanced life up till now..

"MY VIRGINITY"

But the most shocking part was that I enjoyed it all, the steamy hot wild sex, I enjoyed sleeping with a stranger. Why did I?, how could I possibly enjoy such?, to question myself, all I knew was that I had no idea why I had actually did and to remember the night right now, all I knew was that my mind immediately became blank as soon as the Fiery grey eyes stranger took me to an hotel, before taking away my clothes off and virginity for good.

Yes!, I am no virgin anymore, do I regret it after the deed as been done: A little, cause one part of my shitty mind whispered evilly to me and reminded me that I was no longer Daddy's little angel anymore, even if he doesn't know what I have done, which I would never think of ever telling him.

Still losing what I had treasured so carelessly made me realize that I know things now, things about sexing with a someone, about cumming and all that pile of shit and things that am terrifying scared off.

Things that made have thoughts countlessly rushing in my head, telling me that I would get pregnant and be a teenage mom, since I was too drunk to care if the hot grey eyes stranger had actually used a condom or not.

Shit!, remembering about it right now only gives me goosebumps, cause the plain truth was that I was doing myself no good by torturing my mental health and heart, but still that didn't make does shitty thoughts stop for once

Getting out of memory lane, I sighed a deep breath before staring outside the window of our old moving car that my dad was driving.

Driving?, to take me to the stranger's house to become his wife?. For a split second my mind decided to tease me by making that exact thought pop into my head, before I decided to clear them up and slowly drifting my gaze to my ever so caring dad who decided that the best thing to do was leaving the memories filled yet cursed town that he had been planning on for quite a while now.

Why did he do that?. Like I said I am my daddy's little angel and after mom's death, I as well became his closest friend and the one who made him feel less lonely, which I vowed to always do and after not seeing his precious daughter return home last night, he decided to take action.

I can still vividly remember how he swore and almost went to the local police to press charges that I was kidnapped by my ex douchebag: Austin.

To drive deeper into memory lane, I could still remember how it took ten times the stress to convince him that I was truly fine and ten times more with a seasoning of headache and awful guilt crawling up to my heart to give him my ever so innocent smile to make his hot temper to slowly quench

"Last night..."

Sighing out quietly, I let the words play on my lips as I looked away from the window of our moving car and started to fiddle with my fingers

I was able to keep sighing as much as I wanted, cause anytime my dad drives, his mind and entire being is committed to the road as if he would get a golden shiny metal for that, so to say that he was actually hearing all of my disturbing frustrating sighs was a percent out of a hundred.

But still my mind that was stuck on memory lane didn't care whether he hears my sighs or sees me crying, cause it was keen on making my head to constantly keep on bringing images and fucking pictures that I don't want to think of anymore.

"Grey eyes.."

With my lips slightly parted, I mumbled silently as I fiddled more with my fingers as the stranger's youthful image kept on popping and popping into my head that I couldn't control it anymore.

My thoughts kept on sparing no chance to remind me of him, but at the same time, thinking about this unknown stranger left me with a bunch of mysteries to wonder, cause for starters, all I did was to enter into the bar, get wasted with 4 bottles of alcohol and cry and lament to myself again, but somehow and something between all those shitty stuff I did and said made him notice me and move closer to my sit.

At first I felt strange with his presence, but the minute after, the alcohol that was having it crazy effect on me, made me ignore the strange aura I felt next to him, and what became more surprising was that after swearing a little of hos I waz disturbing his inner form or whatever he said, and after I shamelessly telling him about my tragic love story, he introduced the idea of sleeping with someone to forget my past for good.

"You wanna keep living a fucking life, or you actually enjoy it huh?

"Someone gave you some shit and you're giving up already, how pathetic!"

"Sleep with someone, you'll forget your shitty life ever existed..."

"Fuck, don't think too much, you can sleep with me"

I can still remember how he had also said something like this, before mumbling the last part out, and I without caring if he was the world's most famous playboy and if he had secretly recorded nude videos of me, agreed into doing it willingly.

At first, and as I soon as I agreed, he gazed on me in a way that proved I was behaving so shitty careless, before taking me by the hand dominantly to an hotel he had booked, as if I was always HIS

To think of it, it felt like either he had planned the whole sleeping with someone thing himself, because he was sex starved, or either he was just from a different region, and was just willing to sleep with anybody he saw, either way he was sex starved, cause the way he fucked me, I don't think I would ever forget it.

To be more clearer, him fucking me actually felt like he doesn't want me to ever forget it either.

Shit!.

Letting out another frustrated sigh for the million and one time, I raised my hands and slapped my both cheeks softly to shake myself off of the whole stranger sex breakup saga that just happened so quickly, but somehow, slapping my cheeks became the key that got my Dad's attention

"Sweetie?, what are you doing to yourself?, is there something wrong?, you can always tell me"

Parting his lips and with his eyes still glued on his precious road, he asked me all at once, but i on the other hand, had no answers to give, so instead of splitting out lies, all I did was stop fiddling with my fingers and gave him the best most convincing smile that I ever got, that immediately I did and immediately he glanced at me quicky and saw me, became satisfied, as he kept on steering the wheels.

"Tell me sweetie, do you even know the town we are moving to?" With his eyes still on the road again, he said and I quickly replied him with a big yes, in order to stop him from telling me his lectures of how famous he heard this town was.

Deep down, I didn't really cared about all that, cause all I ever needed right now was peace and to start afresh away from all this mistakes and heartbreaks that happened.

All I wanted right now was freedom, and most importantly I wanted to be happy again and treasure any thing that brought me that happiness that am yearning so much for.

I have all my hopes for a new beginning, and realized that I actually said that last part out from my dad's cute chuckle that he always does anytime he was happy or proud.

In this case, I guess he was proud of his shitty one night stand daughter. Hearing my dad's chuckle, I shifted my head to him, but before I could think of anything to say, he placed one of his hand on top of my left hand softly with a wide smile on his face, before shifting it back to the wheels

"And I promise you that you would find the happiness that you seek, my flower would cry no more"

He said as he placed his left hand back on the wheel, but in the end, something about what he said was so believing thag for the rest of the trip, I slowly started to have hope again as my heart started to beat fast, now eagerly wanting to get to this new town... but at the same time, a tiny part of me remained lifeless and scared, cause "Sometimes you don't always get what you pray for, and sometimes all you get is shit in the end.

With the quote and thought drowning me away from the hope I started to built, I gulped down my saliva, and started to fiddle with my fingers again, feeling more shitty than ever before