Parallel Universe

Flash back to the first date Victor ever took me on. He had taken me to the movies and bought me popcorn that we shared. It was so innocent after our lustful first impressions. He put his arm around me and didn’t go any farther than that. The first time we met, his tongue was down my throat within the first ten minutes and I was in his bed within the second hour. I guess everything changes when alcohol gets involved. At least that's what he tried to tell me when he attempted to find an excuse for cheating on me.

That night, the night of the movies, he had told me he really liked me and his eyes were so genuine, his smile so adorable. He had kissed me for the first time- the real first kiss, not a sloppy, drunken kiss- under the moon and told me how beautiful I looked. He tasted so good.

I can't get his taste out of my mouth, now. I hope the next girl he kisses has something terribly contagious on her lips. I hope he rots in hell for what he did to me.