F I F T E E N

It wasn't getting any better. "Hey, Ryke? Can we ple....". Erase, erase, erase! "Get a hold of yourself!! After what happened last night, you're still going to text and go after him? Don't you have any self-respect left in you?", asking myself. I just wanted to know, I just really wanted to know if there's even the slightest chance of us being together. Was it that bad?

One week, two weeks, three weeks has passed and I wasn'r getting anything from him. No text, no chat, no call. I just busied myself with some other things. One afternoon, I have a guy classmate in one class who invited me over to his condominium to help him with the subject. We chatted once in a while and looked nice so I didn't think twice. I wasn't really thinking what could happen so I went with him. While I was doing something, he invited his cousin over for a drink and when the guy stepped out, I never knew that he'd take advantage of me. He kept pulling and grabbing me, like he was trying to hug or kiss me but I never gave in and, most probably because of the alcohol intake, he got tired of it and he ended up sleeping on the floor.

That was the chance I'd be able to call someone for help. It was getting dark, I didn't know how to get home and the first person I could think of was Ryke.