My name is ${character.name}.
I belong to a low-income family. My father died when I was seven which left my mother and me to fend for our selves. She worked day and night to earn enough money to send me to school. I work part time after school in a grocery store. We barely make enough to make the rent every month.
The only thing good in my life was Kevin.
Although a lot of guys asked me out I only wanted to be Kevin's girl. Kevin was my first and I was his first, this made us closer somehow. He was very gentle and sweet in bed. We did however fight quite intensely at times, Mostly over him flirting with other girls. He'd then accuse me of getting back at him when guys would flirt with me, but I took no part in anything of the sort.
This all started at Kevin's birthday party at his house. Steven was there was well. He was a tall blond jock who owned a Ferrari which made him quite popular with the girls. As I sat by myself waiting for Kevin to return with a drink Steven asked me to dance with him. He is a good friend of Kevin's, in fact they were neighbors when they were very young as both their fathers were in the army. “Come on! I's just a dance, Kev wont mind, I'm like his brother." He said. I consented.
I soon regretted this decision as his hands began to roam my body as soon as we hit the dance floor. I hadn't realized that he was drunk. He then moved closer, grabbed my ass tightly, squeezed hard and whispered, “Come on baby, let's go find a room, Kev told me what a tight pussy you have. He'll never know!" and with that he kissed me on my lips. His tongue forced itself in my mouth for a second. I was in a state of shock. My first instinct was to break away and look around to see if Kevin had seen what had just happened, to my horror, he was standing high on the staircase looking right at me.
I pushed Steven away and left the dance floor to explain to my boyfriend what had just happened. Kevin wouldn't even look at me, All he said was, “I never imagined you to be such a fucking whore!" I pleaded and explained, but it was too late. He wouldn't hear a word. People were pointing at me and whispering. I wanted to get out of that house as soon as possible. I managed to avoid the party guests till I reached the outside gate, it was then that I realized that I had no way of getting home.
“Sara!" Said Kevin's father. “Where do you think you're going?"
“I want to go home!" I said with a face drenched with tears.
“What's the matter?" He said with a concerned voice.
“Nothing, I just want to go home." I cried.
“Okay." He said, “I'll arrange it." Colonel Gardner was a highly decorated and highly respected man. Kevin and his father weren't very close, he always described his father as being emotionally detached and too hell bent on imposing a disciplined lifestyle in the household. I had no cause to complain, for he had always been very pleasant with me and always complimented me on my dressing and how I looked. Mr. Gardner was a much bigger version of Kevin. He was bald with white hair on the side and back. He was a wide and tall man who looked quite imposing when he wore his dark green uniform. The only physical attribute that was extraordinarily similar were their eyes. The same slanting shape and the deep blue color as well.
We got into his Black SUV and headed home. It was a 45 minute drive to my place. For the first 10 minutes none of us spoke. I wanted to break down and cry, I wanted to weep till my eyes were dry. I bit my lip and held back my tears. I didn't want to cry in front of this man.
“I'm not sure what happened tonight, but I apologize for my idiot son." He said. “He doesn't know what he's doing." I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say.
“You deserve someone better." He said, “Someone with a fucking brain." I let out a half hearted chuckle.
“I know." I said.
“You're a stunner. You can get anyone you want. You have your whole life ahead of you. Don't waste it on my stupid son." He was the first person I met that evening who was sympathetic. I suddenly realized that I didn't want to be left alone. That going home to my empty room in the middle of the night would be even more heartbreaking. I couldn't restrain my tears any longer and covered my face with my hands and began bawling.
Mr. Gardner pulled up the car on the side of the road.
“Shhhhhh its alright sweetheart. It'll be fine." He said and placed his hand on my knee. His hand felt warm.