But things weren’t all nice and rosy between me and Alex. As generous as he could be with cash and gifts, there was a dark side to him, too. I began to secretly refer to him as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Dr. Jekyll greeted me with open arms and lavished me with gifts while Mr. Hyde insulted me, bullied me, and treated me like the f**k boy that, I guess, I was.
After a particularly shitty Friday where I’d struggled through an exam that I hadn’t prepared for and argued with my mother over the phone because she’d told me I was “unappreciative” of the sacrifices she and my father had made for me to go to college, I was looking forward to spending the weekend with Alex. At least at his place I could forget about school and my parents and my life for a while and just enjoy myself.
But when I got
