Prologue

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I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. Today was the last day of my senior year and I was so thankful. I got up and brushed my teeth. I was so ready to move out and live with my boyfriend and get away from my parents. I brushed my hair and some of my hair got stuck in the brush and I almost ripped it out trying to brush it. I said screw it and threw it up into a messy bun; I put on some shorts and a hoodie. I threw on some shoes and grabbed my bag; I creeped downstairs to find hear moaning coming from the kitchen. As I hit the bottom step, I turn to see my father slamming into some hooker. My mother was passed out with a needle in her arm on the couch.

"Your daughter," the hooker said as she locked eyes with me. My father looked at me as he took a drink of his beer and smiled. "Maybe she can get some ideas." He was disgusting. I knew he found me attractive, and it was a clear sign as he stared at my legs and groaned. I needed to get out of here. I grabbed my keys and ran out the door.

I wanted to get to school early and surprise my boyfriend; we had been dating for over 3 years. He was on the football team and was one of the top three. The top three are the most popular guys in our school. Ben, who was my boyfriend. Darren, one of his best friends and Matheo, the star quarterback, and my bully. He hated me and tried to get Ben to break up with me for no reason. I got in my car and drove to school. No one arrived this early except for the football team. I snuck behind the bleachers to find Missy and Ben talking above me. "I mean, come on, Ben, you have been with her for three. Year's just break it off with her already."

He scoffed, "Missy, you know I love you, but Andrea has the best pussy I've ever had. I'm sorry, we can keep doing this on the side." I felt my heart drop into my stomach. My boyfriend was cheating on me and using me?! I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming at them. I couldn't do this. Not today. I turn to see Matheo looking at me, and then Ben and Missy. Was he going to tell them I was here? Before he could say anything, we heard a whistle blow, and the couch started yelling, "boys' showers now! Ben, leave your side piece!" Ben and Matheo rushed inside and Missy just laid on the bleachers with her legs spread.

My parents were right. Ben was just using me from the start. I slowly crept back to my car and started it. Tears started rolling down my face as loud sobs escaped me. My chest hurt so much it felt like I couldn't breathe. I hate him; I hate him so fucking much. Everyone knew, and no one said anything. I feel so humiliated and used. My hands shook. I can't believe him. I was nothing to him and he was my everything; I gave him my virginity. Tears were still falling down my face as I heard the school doors open and Matheo walked out. He saw my car and started walking towards it. I put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot; I had already taken my finals, so today was just a free day.

I drove to work where I worked as a journalist, when my boss saw me she looked sad. "Andrea, what happened?" "The last three years of my life were a lie," I said as tears sprung to my eyes again. "My boyfriend of the last three years has been banging the head cheerleader for god knows how long. He's in love with her, and I was nothing more than a fucking toy that he could bang." She frowned as she opened her arms, "oh honey, I'm so sorry." I ran into her arms as she pulled me into a much needed hug. My boss was like a mother to me, since my real one only criticized me. "That job offer in New York. Is it still open? Can I take it? I can't stay here." I said, and she nodded as she pulled away. "I'll let them know you're coming. When will you head there?"

I wiped my tears. "I'm packing up everything today. I'll change my number and head there tonight. I'll stay at a hotel if I have to." I said, and she frowned again. "I am so sorry you can't catch a break, Andrea." I gave a small chuckle. "I can handle an abusive alcoholic father, and a drug addict mother. I can handle grieving, my little sister. But finding out the one person who was there through it all for me, someone I trusted, and leaned on. I was nothing to him. I can't take that." I heard the doorbell ring and one of my coworkers came in. I hid my face and my boss squeezed my shoulder. "I have an apartment that I own in New York. you can stay there as long as you want."

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