Breaking The Cycle

Chapter 14

Sarah's POV

*8 Years Prior*

    Graduation day is finally here and I'm beyond ready to get it over with. High school has been hell on earth and today could not come fast enough. For the last 4 years of school I have kept to myself, studying and minding my own business. The few friends I thought I had ditched me when my personal life become public. After my dad died, the truth of everything that had been going on for years in our little home was suddenly public information and instead of being there for me, everyone left. The one person who I thought was my best friend, told me I had too much drama to deal with and she didn't want to be near me anymore. It hurt like hell, but at that point I was getting used to being alone. So for 4 years, I shut myself off from the world and focused only on school and today I am graduating as Valedictorian. In the middle of senior year, I did meet a great guy, Mark Smith, who has been amazing to me and is going to help me get out of this town as soon as possible.

    Gathering one last time in the football field, the senior class sits in the rows of chairs, impatiently waiting to walk the stage. Opening speeches are given by administrators and now it is time for me to give my speech to me fellow classmates before we graduate. With shaky legs and sweaty palms, I walk up to the podium and introduce myself to everyone in the stands and sitting in front of me.

    "Good Afternoon Class of 2012 and all the families in the stands here to support us on this special day in our lives. To my classmates, those I know well and those I may have never met, we have been through a lot over the last 13 years of schooling. Some of us fighting battles no one knows about, others of us fighting for the world to see, but no matter what fight you had, you fought the  hardest you could and now you are sitting here today moments away from the rest of you life. So many memories and life long friendships have been made right here on this field. Everything from football games, year round pep rallies, class parties, prom, and so many more fun events have been celebrated on this turf and we are leaving behind stories that people will still be telling years from now. Whether I know you or not, I am proud of every last one of y'all sitting in front of me right now and my prayer for each of you is that you go out and change the world. Make a name for yourself that no one will ever forget and spread love everywhere you go. Make the world a better place for those following behind us. With that said, I leave you with one question; who am I and what am I doing? Ask yourself that daily and make sure whatever the answer is, that it makes you smile. Congratulations Class of 2012! We did it!" I walk down the stairs of the stage and head to my seat out on the field.

    Row by row, we are lined up on the far side of the stage and as the principal calls each of our names, we walk across the stage and shake his hand as he hands us our diploma. We each stop and smile for the camera and then continue off the stage and back to our seat. After all the names are called and everyone is back to their seat, the principal approaches the podium and begins speaking. He gives a small speech and then has us move our tassels from the right side of our caps to the left. With that he announces we are official graduates and we all stand and throw our caps in the air. Families are rushing the field, searching for the graduate as their graduate searches for their cap and stops every few seconds to hug a fellow classmate. I didn't throw my cap very high, so it landed right by my feet. As I bend down to pick it up, I feel to rough hands grab my sides and pull me up. Mark is standing there and kisses me roughly before pulling away when we hear my mom screaming my name. He lets go of me and slowly slides away into the crowd leaving me standing there alone. My mom finally reaches me, John and Abby on either side of her and wraps me in a hug so tight, I'm pretty sure my lungs are being crushed. Tears stream down her face as she tells me how proud she is of everything I have accomplished and of the smart young lady I am. Taking my hand she guides me and my siblings from the field and out to the car asking me where I would like to go eat to celebrate. A knot forms in my stomach when she asks that, I had no plans of staying around for a celebration. My suitcase is already packed and in the back of Mark's car and I wanted to leave as soon as possible, but I guess a celebratory lunch would be a good time to tell her I am leaving. I agree to Italian food as we climb into the car and I quickly pull my phone out to text Mark and let him know the slight change in plans. I tell him to pick me up at the Italian restaurant in town in an hour and we could leave then. He seems a bit upset when he replies, but I ignore it because I know he just doesn't like being informed of things last minute. No big deal.

    At the restaurant, we all sit down at a cozy little table in the center of the room. Looking around I see a few other graduates and their families doing the same as us. We order and chit chat casually while we wait for the food and when it gets to the table we waste no time digging in. At this point, the room is getting pretty crowded as more and more families file in. I finish the food on my plate and take this opportunity to break the news to my mom, knowing she will have to keep her reaction to a minimum with all these people around.

        'Mom, I need to tell you something and I don't want you to get all emotional because it's really not a big deal. In a few minutes a car will be here to pick me up and I am leaving for a while." her eyes widen with rage as I continue. "I got accepted into a small college a couple hours away and I'm going to live on campuses and I have friend that lives there that is going to keep an eye on me, so don't worry. I just need to get out of this town and I need you to support me decision to do better for myself." I take a deep breath, watching the different emotions run across her face. First rage, then sadness and pain, and finally understanding.

    "I support you Sarah, but why do you have to leave right now?" she says with tears now streaming down her face.

    "It's for the best mom. My friend is outside ready to take me and I don't want to keep him waiting." I stand from the table, picking up my phone and walking around the table to my mom. I bend over and hug her tight around her neck and kiss her cheek, doing the same to John and Abby as I walk by them. "I love y'all and I will call all the time and be back to visit soon." I wave goodbye and walk out to the car where Mark is waiting for me.

    Climbing in the car, he starts to pull away before I even get the door closed all the way, so I hurry to slam the door shut and buckle up. We speed down the road in silence and he never once looks at me. I fiddle around with my phone staring out the window watching the trees fly by and each little town we go through disappear in the mirror. It's a 6 hour drive to the college I will be going to, but since move in date isn't for another month or so, I will be staying with Mark at his buddies house.

    We get to the buddies place a little after dark and Mark gets my bag out of his trunk and heads to the house and I follow close behind. Inside, the buddy, Eric, leads us to the spare room where we will be staying until I can move in at the college and him and Mark have an agreement for Mark to stay here while I go to school so that he can be close to me. We settle into our room and get ready for bed. Laying there with Mark, he starts running his hands over my body and slides his hand up my shirt to my breasts. This isn't the first time we have messed around, but we've never had s*x, I'm still a virgin, even though he makes it clear he wants me all the time. I let his hands roam over my skin, playing with my breasts for a minute before sliding his hand down to my shorts and roughly pulling them down, giving him access to my v****a. He rubs his fingers over my c**t a few times before shoving 2 fingers into my opening and moving quickly in and out. Ripping his fingers from inside me, he then stands up from the bed, stripping himself down to nothing. He climbs back on the bed laying his naked body on mine and begins to kiss my neck as his hands grab my breasts and squeeze them tightly.

    "You gonna keep holding out on me or are you gonna celebrate tonight and let me f**k you?" he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe. I know I upset him earlier and I hate doing that and today is a great day, so why not give in?

    "f**k me, Mark. I'm all yours." I reply quietly. With that, he wastes no time shoving his now erect p***s into me. The pain of his action consumes me as I try to steady my breathing to keep from crying.

    "Damn your p***y is tight as f**k! I could get used to f*****g a virgin." he growls as he continues to roughly thrust in and out of me. I feel no pleasure, but try as hard as I can to fake my enjoyment so I don't hurt his feelings. After a couple of minutes he grunts a few times and then collapses on the bed next to me. "You like my d**k in you baby?" he asks, slightly out of breathe.

    "Oh God yes babe. It felt so amazing and i can't wait for the next round." I force a smile on my face as I lie to him. From my reading, I know the first time is supposed to hurt and not always be good, but every time after that you will feel the pleasure, so I know that is what is going on here.

    "Well don't get your hopes up babe. I'm done for the night. Go clean yourself up so we can go to bed." he rolls over on the bed pulling the blankets up over his naked body. I slowly get up from the bed, still feeling quite a bit of pain between my legs, and make my way to the bathroom. I take a quick shower and go back in the room where Mark is already sound asleep, snoring loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Chuckling quietly to myself, I crawl back in bed beside him and close my eyes allowing my exhaustion of the day to consume me. This is an amazing start to the rest of my life and I can't wait to see what the future holds for Mark and I.