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Bob smiled and look down, "I'm pretty sure he wasn't on it now" he whispered,
I look down at my feet and gulp. "Sorry you had to see tha..-" I said only to get stopped by him asking loudly "why were he so rude?."

"I'm sorry" I answered more like said, but I had a problem with breathing right now. And I couldn't honestly care less, "are you fucking okey?"
Bob asked and look at me with caring eyes.
I look down and smile, "I'm not okey, I promise " I say,
Bob look at me getting ready to hug me but I push him away.

"It's time for you to go... Bob" I say under my breath,
for a couple of seconds Bob tried to fight against. But gave in,
"goodbye" he says as he walks out the door, putting the knife down at
the table before he left.

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I laid down on my back and tried to keep myself from crying,
I put my hands over my eyes.
Kit had always had a drinking problem, which however is how we met.
We met at the bar The Court Tavern, we ordered the same drink.

It was something about his dark blue eyes, something piercing deep into my mind, my heart.
But it was something special about Kit Warner, he could see through my tears. When
I was with him it was like my thoughts were transparent, read right out of a book.

But I never thought for once that he was on heroin.

1,97 m with long black dyed hair, skinny body tattoos down his arms and those perfect cheekbones. It was more than I could wish for, being only 15.
I remember him as the old
Kit Warner from New Jersey. The cool club guy, friends with the
important people. But after time he lost them all, didn't really suprise me after his act.

After the most perfect relationship anyone could wish for, it all went so fast, one year, the night came. Every time I think of it, my heart throbs and I feel my head starting to hurt.

*one year ago 6th of July* -

I laid down on the couch as I look around the apartment, waiting for Kit to get home.
Using hours to pick out something he wanted, a new guitar, it cost me 800 dollars, it was signed by Twiggy Raminez. Which is someone I know Kit look up to.
Being in a quite succesfull new jersey rockband, he knew who to look up to and who not to.

He was a bit late, but he always came late home from a gig, it was sort of a routine.
I bit my lip and turned up the music, I really live my life,

being the boyfriend of someone like Kit Warner. Well it was something
to be very proud of, it will always be cool to be known as Kit's boyfriend
who dropped out of school to live with him.

I was dressed in a black t-shirt with the words "Rock is dead" on them, jeans and
a pair of striped pink socks. I always wore them to make fun of myself,
it sorta became mine and Kit's thing.

I heard the door open, I quickly sit up and I look at
my perfect boyfriend entering the room.
"Hey!" I yelled, trying not to sound too excited,
"well hello" Kit said as he took off his shoes.
I smile as I keep a blanket over the guitar,
"I have a suprise" I sang and look at him.
Something wasn't right.

His blue eyes seem grey, his skin was also as grey. He usually are pale but not grey, but something I noticed about him was that his long hair was chopped up to his shoulders,
his neck being covered in scratch marks.

"Y-you got a haircut?" I say and smile forcefully, "yeah" he says in a soulless voice.
Like a robot, "I... I got you a guitar" I said and took the blanket away. Suddenly
Kit's face softened and he smiled as he walked towards me and hugged me, taking the guitar away.

"Do you like it?" I giggle and hug him again, he went quiet, it went seconds, maybe minutes.
He smelled alcohol, I felt his breath against my skin. Suddenly his grip tighten and I feel him throwing me at the couch.

"K-Kit..." I whisper, I feel his hand stroking up my body going up and down, finishing in my pants. "We talked about this, I'm not ready yet" I say. "I don't care about you being a virgin, I want to fuck you" Kit growls and look at my face,
I was so suprised over these words. I pull him away from me, loudly, I heard him slap my face and I felt pain in every part of my body. I look up to see the eyes of my boyfriend,
Kit Warner.

That's how I lost my virginity and got raped by Kit Warner.

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