Rent a christian boyfriend

He was so nice

Flickering my eyes open, my vision was still blurry. A blanket was pulled over my body, my hair- my hair was in my face. I never put my hair down even though whenever I did. I received so many compliments. There was an empty space beside me, it was a single bed; what did I expect? I smiled at the thought of yesterday... Eric was actually being nice to me. I stood up yawning like an animal, thank God he wasn't here to witness that.

Why do you care so much? My subconscious mocked.

This was going to far, I needed to stop. I thought to myself. I had a beautiful dream that Eric had been playing with my hair. He softly ran his fingers through it. It was a good feeling I thought to myself.

Looking for a hair tie around, I immediately found one on my desk. I had a stack of those because my hair was always in a ponytail. It suited me best. My eyes then flickered to a diary looking journal that laid there. I didn't waste time opening it.

I immediately cringed.

- By twenty-five I should be married

- Laura will my my maid of honor obviously.

- By twenty six I should have little Robbie's running around.

- Robbie wants three kids, I want just one but I will give him whatever he wants.

This was disgusting, I was so naive.

I continued flickering to the rest of the pages and what I saw reminded me of that regretful day. I never wanted to think about but I had to let my feelings out.. reason being why I write it down.

- Dear Diary

Robbie says if I don't sleep with him, it would be best if we break up. I'm not ready, I'm scared but I love him and I don't want to lose him. His parents know my parents and I know his parents, he is the perfect boyfriend. It might not be on our wedding night but we will get married eventually so why not just give it to him now. Laura thinks Robbie is being manipulative but I get his frustration, we're both nineteen year old virgins or so he told me. I trust him x

Leona

I didn't want to flick to the next page because I knew that I would not be able to hold back my tears. It was an event I didn't ever want to remember but for Robbie's sake.. I use to suck it up.

Dear Diary

Father God, forgive me for I have sinned. I have disappointed you and my parents.

Sex is overrated, I hated it. I hate s*x. It was so painful. Laura had said after two thrusts it's an easy ride but no it was painful throughout. I told Robbie, I wanted to stop but he wouldn't stop. He just kept saying 'just a bit more my love' My heart always softened at that nickname. He was rough. He hit my ass continuously until it was red and stings every time I sit down. He grabbed my breasts roughly as well. This was not what I expected. We had done it after the church service. There was a meeting at the church so we went to his house before his parents came back.

I'm just scared I might be pregnant. Robbie refused to use a condom. He said we were both pure. I trust him. He pulled out at the right time. It made me wonder how he seemed so experienced with this. We didn't even cuddle after s*x, he said I needed to get dressed, his parents would be home soon. My thighs and my v****a hurt for the last couple of days.

I played sick for a while.

I know Robbie plans on us having s*x again. I just want to make him happy.

Leona

I quickly ripped these pages off my journal. Tore them into small tiny pieces. How could I ever have been so naive? What did I even love about Robbie? Because I had never been treated right, I always stood with any crap he fed me. Thinking about it made the part between my legs hurt.

"Leo?"

That's was my mom's voice.

Did she just call me Leo?

What was Eric doing to my life?

"Coming.." I went to my ensuite bathroom. I quickly washed my face and looked at the image in front of me. I was a strong woman, even after the way Robbie wronged me. I still stand tall not broken.

Maybe you just hide your broken pieces well?

In my lose fitting pajama pants. I made my way downstairs. Where I found my mom and Eric in the Kitchen. My mom was chopping opinions and Eric was on the stove. I was a bit taken aback. My father sat on the kitchen table with his reading glasses and his morning paper.

"There you're!" My mom brought me out of my thoughts.

"She has always been a heavy sleeper." She added making Eric chuckle.

"Morning Snowflake." My dad peaked his head away from the paper and I greeted him back with a kiss on the cheek, like I have done ever since I was a little girl.

"Morning mom, Eric." I said softly.

"Come here, Leo love." Eric said with a smile on his face. My mom simply smiled. I walked over to where he was standing and he gave me a perk on the cheek before whispering 'slept well?'

I didn't know if he was pretending but if he was then I would also give him a five star rating.

"Yep." I replied.

He pulled me in for another hug and what he said knocked the air right out of my lungs.

"The next time I see Robert, he won't live to see tomorrow." He then pulled away smiling with his beautiful pearly whites. Right there and there, I knew my journal was only out in the open because he had read it.

I felt embarrassed.

"Ricky are these greens enough?" My mom asked and Eric nodded. So everyone could call him Ricky but me. What scared me the most was how attached my family was already becoming. It was just a three month job, he won't ever see them after that.

"Ricky,so you mind running my errands. I have the whole Saturday at work today." My dad sighed. "You could take one of the cars we don't usually use, figured you just recently arrived and haven't had time to rent a car." My father said thoughtfully.

"No, problem Mr. Winters." Eric said.

His eyes flickered towards me and then I quickly looked away. Going to take a seat next to my dad, I asked him what was new while Eric and my mom made breakfast and conversed with each other.

Was it bad, I wish this was real?

That morning we had breakfast as a family and laughed at Eric's childhood stories. Everyone was just so happy and carefree but at the back of my head stood that thought.

Eric Michelson knew.

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