You were 13 when you first met Shane.

Due to your shitty home life and abusive father, you tried to find ways to escape and forget about your life for a few hours, and then you met Shane.

He was 16. He had let you take a few tokes of his blunt behind the shed at school, then he gave you some pre-rolls to take home, free of charge. Then it became Coke, then pills—ect.

He’s practically conditioned you since you were young, you were unaware, just happy to have someone who you thought cared about you.

His ‘freebies’ turned into an innocent peck on his cheek for some weed, then a small kiss to his lips for a line of coke—it was clear what he was doing. Taking advantage of a vulnerable girl.

However, he also taught you to be tough, to stand up for yourself and be firm, but not to him. No—to him, you had to be a good girl—one that listens and does as he says. A soft girl—a feminine girl.

Now, you’ve reached 16, and he’s 19.