The End

I could feel it burning inside my stomach. I new he didn't love me anymore - I had that feeling for awhile now. It was burning intensly today, today was going to be the day he'd end all our connections. He'd break my heart... The heart that stuck by him through thick and thin; no matter what he done. 1

I loved him still... He new that. But he also new he had control. He had totally control over my sweet and soft heart; a heart that could be broken very easily. Remembering the first kiss we had, the feeling we had touching eachother... It was only a year ago, but now it felt like millions of years away. It was a blurr, only our recent love was stuck in my mind, our recent love that made us break up in the first place.2

He'd had what he had wanted now. He had managed to have sex with me. Only a week ago now, I remember it well. I didn't want to give it away, not yet. I am only 15 and I wanted to save it until we had been going out a little longer, but Jason pushed me a little. 3

I'm not complaining, it felt good. He was a little rough at first... It wasn't the most pleasant feeling... But in the end it felt good. It was nice to be able to hold him close... To have him near me and for nobody to tear us apart like it always felt like they did. Jason took the pleasurable side out of it, I took the intamacy. It was so good, like our souls had been connected and we where finally one. Of course, he believed in non of that rubbish... He just wanted to do what he wanted and that was to take my virginity. Now that he had that, he didn't need me. All the 'I Love Yous' he had uttered and all the love letters, they really meant nothing; he was only using me.4

I could only tell after we done the dead. Jason lay there smiling and he turned around and said, "That felt good... But it was about time." That wasn't the words of a patient, acceptable lover. Nor was it anything I really found conforting either. I had wanted to keep it, he had pushed me. The about time was offensive. Did he just wait for that one minute? That's when it came to me... He'd been pestering me since we'd been going out for 2 months. Lots of people at my school find me attractive. Or atleast a few. Like Darren Layne, Chris Marcus and Jamie Linn for example, they did. But it was nothing to me, because Jason 'loved' me.5

But those eyes told the whole story that night... He was using me. Never go out with a 17 year old boy... They'll use you until you break. Like my heart slowly is now, from the wait... From the intense need to cry before even hearing the news.6

Then a sound came round the corner. Jason was in his BMW and parked. He told me to come in the front seat. I smiled at him, as if I had no idea with what he was about to do. I just smiled, as if nothing was going to happen. As if this was going to be another one of our dates. But I new it wasn't and so did he.7

"I need to talk to you Jessica," he said, looking down at the wheel. "I don't mean to hurt you by saying this, I just think this is best."8

"What's that Jason?" I said, as if I had no clue.9

"I think we shouldn't see eachother anymore," he turned his head again, but this time to the back seat. I hadn't even payed any attention to the back seat, I never did. It was usually cluttered with junk like his old boxing equiptment or some broken CD covers... The last thing I expected was a female to be half sitting, half laying on the seat.10

"This is Emily," said Jason. "She's my... Well, girlfriend... We just met last week."11

My mouth went dry. Not only was he using me, making me have sex with him... but he had another girl? He had probably had sex with her the same night. All sorts of thoughts floated through my mind, what was happening between the two. A small tear dropped from my eye, but I refused to let anymore go. 12

"Fair enough," I said. "Goodbye then."13

"Sorry Jess, it's just Emily's 18 and she's a little more experienced and mature... It's just, the way it goes." He turned around and kissed Emily. Emily started snogging him pretty aggressively and pulled him into the back. By the way she dressed - which was hardly appropriate - he hadn't decided to go out with her because she acted more 'mature'. But this didn't matter now, why should she care? The dirty little cheat!14

Jessica shut the door behind her and slowly started walking home. Rain started to fall from the skies as if her mood was effecting the weather, her heart felt rainy and broken. Each raindrop mixed with a teardrop as she slowly walked home to whatever she had to do... Sit alone for hours, talk to mum... Atleast she had family... Some didn't.15

But that didn't matter. She had been hurt by someone she loved. Never trust a man, he'll break your heart.16