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game.” I felt the tears come in a flood.
    “What happened?” he asked cautiously.
    “He was drinking. I wasn’t,” I added quickly, when he looked up. “He forced himself on me.”
    “Are you hurt? Because I’ll drive down there and pull his sorry ass right off the goddamn field, Lulu! I mean it! Did. He. Hurt. You?” He demanded my response.
    I wasn’t going to tell him that my thighs and between my legs hurt, or that I was raw from the slamming I got. I wasn’t going to tell him that I had a headache from hell because he’d shoved me into the headboard repeatedly with each thrust.
    “He hurt me because he let me down.” That was how I responded. It was true. With everything his sister had put his parents through, I saw that he was the same as her, only in a different way.
    I went to shower. When I saw the beginning of bruises on the inside of my thighs, I started to cry.
     
    Jason called after the game.
    “Where the fuck are you?” he yelled.
    “Home.”
    “Why?” His voice got louder.
    “Because I didn’t have a good time last night. Congrats on the big win,” I replied in a snarky voice.
    “What the hell does that mean? You didn’t have a good time last night? It was great.”
    “No, Jason, it was only great for you. You hurt me, in more than one way. I don’t want to be in a relationship with a drunk. You said you wanted to love me, but that goddamn Jack you sucked down wasn’t the kind of lover that I’ve been accustomed to!”
    “I’m sorry Lu. Did you watch the game?”
    Seriously?
    “You’re only sorry because it didn’t end the way you wanted. You just wanted to have me there to show me off. People think I’m pretty and you like that. You like that my breasts are easy on the eye and that we made a good-looking couple. No, I didn’t watch the goddamn game!”
    “Go to hell, Lu! You don’t know what you’re missing out on!” He was angry. It just fueled my own fire.
    “I was already in hell last night. I won’t miss a repeat of that!” I shouted back.
     

     
    “Fuck, Lulu, that sounds like date rape! Why in the hell didn’t you tell someone?" Rachael shouted at me.
    “He was buzzed.”
    “He’s a drunk party boy, that’s what Mike Stewart says. I heard they’ve already found a chaperone to keep an eye on him. He always was a piece of shit; no better than the sister he whines about. You were too good for him. Dammit, I’m mad! If he was here, I’d kick him in the balls, but I’m not sure he has any!”
     
    He called every day. I sent the calls straight to voicemail. When I finally listened to the messages, they were all pleading apologies, begging me to call him. Finally, one evening I answered.
    “What do you want?”
    “No hello?” he asked. There was a charming sound to his voice, but it didn’t matter; I was done with him. “I want to apologize, Lu. I mean it. I miss you, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”
    I was quiet, thinking for a moment before I responded. “Jason,” I said, finally. “Our beginning started with you telling me you were sorry; I think we’ll end it the same way. Please don’t call me anymore.”
    “You’ll be sorry when I’m a star, Lu.” He said it like a joke that he thought I’d find funny.
    “No. I won’t, but if it will make you feel better to think so then have at it,” I said and hung up.
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
    A Step Forward

     
    After Jason, I decided to focus on me. I’d been his girlfriend for the last five years and sadly, I wasn’t broken up because our relationship ended. I didn’t feel like our parting was the end of the world. I didn’t cry and blubber like my friends did when they went through a breakup. I saw it as an opportunity, a door opening to the next step in my life. Jason Dean was a steppingstone, but I wasn’t in a hurry to explore another guy. I poured myself into studying. I graduated from The University of Jacksonville with a degree in English.
    I loved the literature that I