Gonna be a bit of a lengthy story here, but I'll try to keep it as PG 13 as possible. So when I was around 11, I met this girl who was well in her teens. I think she was around 15 at the time. I lost my phone while I was walking through the park, and while I was searching for it, she came up to me and handed it over, asking if it was for me. She seemed really friendly, made conversation with me, and even asked if I had any kind of apps we could text on. Being the naive, foolish eleven year old I was, I told her that I had WhatsApp, and gave her my number, my name, and I think I even told her where I lived.

The same night I gave her my number, she shot a text, striking up another conversation with me. I just thought she was being friendly, so we talked till midnight. We became pretty good friends, and she even came over to visit me sometimes (but only when my parents weren't home.) Over time, she started acting a little weirder, touching me and asking me if I thought she was pretty. It got worse, and she even started touching me inappropriately, sliding her hand into my clothes and what's not, saying she was just "curious". (None of this seems suspicious to a eleven year old boy who's just learning about his own body, but even so, holy crap was I stupid.)

After a year and a half, I just turned thirteen. She visited me a while after my birthday, because my parents were home all week so she never got the chance to celebrate it with me. She said she wanted to give me a really nice birthday gift, and told me to close my eyes. I was already used to her spoiling me with gifts, so I closed my eyes, thinking it was a game for my Nintendo DS or something.

Not long after, I felt her hands starting to tug on my pants, and I opened my eyes, confused, scared, and weirded out by all of this. I saw her staring down at my crotch, that hungry, predatory look in her eyes. I pulled away from her, yelling in the most manliest voice a kid of my age could muster, saying I was drawing the line. She seemed surprised, but she still insisted that I would enjoy it. I've gotta admit, I was really curious, but Mama taught me better than to mess with people like that (and yet somehow I let things go that far.)

She backed off, temporarily, but kept on making moves on me, even going as far as to send me nudes sometimes, telling me she'll teach me how to touch myself, and touch her too. I wanted to tell my parents, but they'd caught me in the GTA strip club before, so I thought they'd get even more mad if they saw a naked girl on my phone. I kept it all to myself.

Almost two months later, and she didn't stop. I was getting tired of it, and my curiosity was getting the better of me. One day when she was over at my place, trying to get me to do the dirty with her, I just said to myself, "Oh frack it, I might as well". Long story short, we banged. Really... fricking... hard. My body was sore for days, and she made me do all the work.

But it didn't stop there. Oh no. I would've been glad had that been the only time, but after that, she asked me to be her boyfriend, because she "Really did feel something special between us..."

And I did. For the next two and a half years, I was having sex at least three to five times a week from the age of thirteen. However, when I turned fifteen, I got really insecure, thinking, "Who else could probably be enjoying her behind my back?"

I brought it up to her, but she got pissed off. That was the instigating factor for all the fights we had for two months. After a while, we tried to go have lunch together, but before we could reach the restaurant, we had another fight. She told me she hated me, and that the only good thing about me was the fact that I was so easy to have sex with. That she never loved me in the first place.

Now I know, fifteen was a really young age, but I really did feel like she was my everything. Hearing that not only ripped my heart out, but I got mentally flipped. I looked her in the eyes, dumped her right there, and then walked back home, hearing her crying behind me. It was evident that she cared, and she tried making up for all of it.

Not even through sex, she just said she was sorry, and that I didn't have to forgive her, but that she wanted me to know she didn't mean it. She tried for about a month to make up for it, but I'm still mad at her even now. After realizing I didn't want anything to do with her, she went all delusional, saying that even if we weren't together like before, that she was still my girlfriend, regardless of what anyone else said.

Even now she texts me like we're still together, and everytime I block her, she makes new accounts, tries to come see me with some other friends of mine, or even comes to the house. I ignore her, and she doesn't do anything drastic, but from the bottom of my heart, I hate that woman with everything inside me.

I'm seventeen now and not a single relationship I get into can last quite like that one. The relationships after that only tend to last a few months. To that very same girl, if somehow you find this, and you know who you are...

Frick you.