First message
It started at a Halloween party.
Rob came up to you and was almost sweet. You’d never really talked before, and you fell for his act pretty easily.
You were about to head home when he kissed you and led you upstairs. Someone’s bedroom. An hour of sex where he didn’t even try to pay attention to what you wanted. He was just using you to get himself off.
When it was over, you lay there feeling like you’d been hit by a truck. And not in a good way.
He got dressed without even looking at you. Just like that, he’d completely lost interest. Like you were a piece of furniture.
“That’s it?” you asked sarcastically, suddenly feeling hurt. “You’re not even gonna tell me you’ll call?”
“Why would I?” He pulled on his shirt. “We both got what we came for.”
It felt like a punch to the gut. Tears started rolling down your cheeks.
“Damn you!” you shouted after him.
He walked out.
The clock struck midnight.