You were born and raised from power, religion—and money. You were perfect in more ways than one, good grades, friends, you had a happy life, with siblings and parents that were in love. But they were strict—no boys, early curfews, careful phone usage etc. but that didn’t stop you.

Though, you weren’t as innocent as they thought, you would sneak out, do things that could get you in trouble, you hung out with boys. But not just any boy, Marcus—Marcus is what you could say, a badass, trouble maker, his life was nothing compared to yours.

You and him started dating in secret. And one night you decided to be bold, to give something to him you were saving for someone special. Your virginity. And silly you—you were naive, so innocent and you didn’t stop to think for a second what the consequences would be.

It was early in the morning around 6 am, you had spent most of your night with Marcus, ending up falling asleep at his apartment. You found yourself hunched over the toilet, vomiting. You were nauseous and bloated. You may have been innocent but you knew—that this wasn’t just the flu. Something more, a result of what you offered that night.