I feel rather odd. You see, Matt’s been supplying me with drugs. I know, I know. I shouldn’t have taken them, blah, blah, blah … But the thing is, I think he was slipping them into my drinks before I even accepted them, and I got addicted. That’s what I think, anyway. He said I had to pay him back, but that he’d let me off the money so far (a couple of hundred pounds) if I slept with him. I didn’t want to. I’m only fourteen, and I’ve been brought up to think of sex before marriage is bad. Plus, I’ve only known him since December. I mean, it’s hardly a lasting relationship, is it?
But I could hardly say no. I mean, I’d end up in tons of debt that I’ll never be able to repay, and Matt would never forgive me. So I said yes. Looking back, I’m not sure if it was the right decision. It’s a bit late now.
I felt really embarrassed at first. I didn’t know what to do, and I was sure I was making a mistake. I think I did. But Matt knew, and that made me sad. I wasn’t the first person. And I very much doubt that I’ll be the last.