So, we covered the day i told Jackson i wasn't a virgin. He didn't react well, as we found. Here is what happened the day when he wanted to know exactly why i wasn't a virgin.
It was Sunday. Jackson called and had only brusque instructions. "Get dressed, we are going out to talk." He pulled in the drive and i rushed out and got in the car. For a long while we rode in complete silence. Finally we found ourselves at his friend Pete's hunting cabin, way back in the woods. He got out of the car, grabbed the low hanging back roof and pulled himself up. He disappeared out of my sight, but came back a few minutes later with the keys. He let us in the cabin. In the back bedroom he punched me in the stomach for the first time. It felt like my guts were going to cave in and i threw up on the floor which only made him angrier. He didn't often hit me in the face, but that day, he lost all control. When his fury was spent, i was crouched in a corner. The tred of his boots had left bruised imprints that would mar my skin for a good many days. my face was bruised and broken and ripped and torn. He looked at me and sighed deeply. He pulled his shirt over his head and used it to mop the blood off my face and then held my head back until my nose stopped bleeding. Finally he began to wipe the blood from the floor. "I'm sorry, I won't do that anymore. (HA! THIS IS THE BIGGEST LIE EVER TOLD) Just... you shouldn't have lied to me. You should have told me. Tell me now." And so i told him. i wrapped my arms around my bruised body and choked on my own blood, but i told him. i confessed to being more of a pet than a human to my grandfather. i watched his eyes harden in disgust. i fell silent and cowered against the wall watching him look at me like most people do the slug that has crawled onto their sidewalk. He wiped his bloody knuckles against his pants leg and cleared his throat. "What else?" So i told him about JH. And, when i finished confessing, he passed his judgment. "You are nothing but a little whore. You lied to me, and you tricked me. You fucking bitch. Take your clothes off, you are only good for one thing. I might as well get my share." And, that was how i came to be no longer his girlfriend. But, instead a possession. A flawed one.
