I had to go in with him, he drove me home, he was nice, nobody was ever nice to me. His name was Geoffrey, he came by the house after that day and we bonded, and soon we became very good friends. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first boyfriend, he was my first. He felt like the father I never had, his love felt like a big block that had filled a piece in me, his love had completed me, the attention made me feel special, I was happy, for once, I was noticed, for who I was. I fell for him, he was five years older than me, he cared for me, gave me things, all kinds of gifts, too many things, now that I'm older I know it was all just love bombing, he didn't really love me but I didn't know that, all I knew was his lies and his fake. If I could tell my teenage self something, I would tell her to continue to do whatever she did, it wasn't her fault, nothing was ever her fault, it wasn't her fault that she grew up in a vile world, it wasn't her fault that she was le
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