Ruined Vows Read Online Stasia Black

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I swallow.

“Are you okay?” Isaak asks.

The tears I’ve been swallowing back threaten to overflow at his question because Isaak does ask. He checks in with me all the time. It’s even irritated me at times because there’s actually not a lot of people in my life who do that. I’m still bad at making and keeping friends. At least close ones.

I nod instead of answering.

“So that was it?” he asks. “It was just like that all through high school?”

I shake my head and suck in another deep breath. Fuck. I can get through this without crying. I can. I can.

I focus on the lines on the road in front of me. After some deep breaths, I manage to mostly get hold of myself, and if my voice is a little thicker when I speak, I hope Isaak doesn’t notice.

“Mostly. Until graduation. I’d given up on anything ever happening between us by then. I’d waited for him all through high school, even managing to graduate a year early so we could go off to college together. I hoped he’d finally recognize all that, and how I was always the one he came home to, and make some sort of grand gesture, like they do in the movies.”

“But he didn’t.” Isaak says it like it’s the obvious, foregone conclusion. Which I guess now in retrospect, it was.

I’m glad I’m driving and have to focus on the road instead of him.

“No. He didn’t.” I give a short, humorless laugh. “So, I tried to put on my big girl panties and be like, fine, he doesn’t feel that way about you. Let’s just focus on getting to college. I stopped hanging out with him as much. I didn’t want to be that pathetic girl loving someone who would never love her back. I knew there would be parties after graduation, but I planned to just go home straight after and continue planning for the big, bright life I had ahead of me.”

I was finally about to escape Mom’s house, after all. Or so I thought. So, graduation night, I planned to worm away and read the fanfiction I’d saved for just the occasion. Maybe I’d take a long, hot bath, too.

“What happened?”

“Drew asked me to come to a party with him.”

“And you went.”

“And I went.”

Isaak swears under his breath. “I’m here for whatever you want to tell me, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m just—I’m here.”

I look over at him and frown, not understanding at first. Then I get it and look back at the road as I say, “Oh god, it was nothing like that. I wasn’t roofied or assaulted or anything like that. It’s just Drew and I had sex or,” I wince, “tried to have sex. We kinda did, and it did not go well.”

“Okay,” Isaak breathes out. “Okay. Keep going. I’m sorry I interrupted again.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure some of that did happen at that party. It was at one of Drew’s friend’s houses, and everybody was plastered. I just sipped something because I’d never drank before and thought it tasted awful. I was so nervous about being around so many people and finally on Drew’s arm. I was excited, too, thinking maybe my dreams were finally coming true, but that just made me more nervous. Drew took me upstairs to one of the bedrooms and⁠—”

I glance over at Isaak. He probably doesn’t want to hear this part. “And we did it. Well, we tried anyway.”

“What’s that mean?” Then he holds up a hand. “Again, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

I blink. It might be nice to talk to someone about it if he really doesn’t mind. That night’s always been a little fuzzy. I don’t think it was the alcohol. I was just so… Maybe if I can finally say it out loud, it will help.

“Well, he told me to get undressed, so I did, then laid down on the bed.” I don’t know how much detail Isaak means, so I skip ahead. God, the whole thing was so awkward. And silent. Drew didn’t say a thing as he shoved his pants down and climbed on top of me. Why didn’t he say anything?

“I asked him to put a condom on because I knew how many girls he’d been with.” He got mad at me, which was when I realized that while I’d just been sipping from my red cup, he hadn’t. He was totally drunk. He tried to shove it in anyway, but I scooted up the bed, yelling at him that I wouldn’t sleep with him without a condom.

“So did he?”

“Um. Yeah. He put a condom on.” He wasn’t happy about it, but he yanked open his buddy’s side table, found a condom, and put it on, cussing the whole time. Then he asked if I was happy and pulled me back down the bed before pushing my legs open. I was crying by then. And then he got mad at me for crying.


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