Where do broken hearts go?

Can my broken ribs differentiate between a lover's blow, and that of an enemy?

Secret sorrows abound….

laying in the midst of love, lust, and lies, my frail body anxiously awaited his gentle kiss. He promised me that he loved me. He said that if I really loved him, I would allow him to be close to me. But not just, a regular close, an intimate close. So close, that he wanted to be enveloped in me. Where he thought no one else had been. I was sworn to secrecy, and would never break a promise to Daddy, otherwise, I wouldn't be "Daddy's little girl" anymore. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to be though. I was stuck, confused, and highly disilluisioned.  This dysfunction had become my functioning reality. I had become numb to the pain that being "Daddy's little girl" brought. I wanted out, wanted to grow, but feared, that if this is what being a little girls is like, how could I possibly bear growing? Do I do the same thing that I have always done? Do I say the same things? My body, although much more developed that girls my age, looked "older". Sporting double D's in Jr. High, my mind was still young, underdeveloped. I apparently couldn't stop the aging of my physical body, but my mentality was still that little girl, hurt, confused, eager….

I guess I should be happy, Sean is in High School, he plays football, he's so handsome, and he wants to spend time with me. Regular Angela, whom, by the way, is still in the 7th grade. He says really nice things to me. We can only talk and see each other secretly though. He said that it's because he's jealous, and doesn't want to share me with anyone else. Wants my full attention, and I definitely don't mind giving it to him. We had done other things up until this point. I especially loved it when he said he was "hungry". He would spend what felt like hours with his head between my legs, licking, sucking, kissing, and tasting me. By the time he finished, I felt so good, that I was more than happy to return the favor. By his twisted facial expressions, grunting, and "Grand finale", I am sure he was … pleased… also. But this time it was different. We did what we usually do, then he entered me. Slowly at first, I could see the care and concern in his eyes. For the first time, penetration was enjoyable. As we both enjoyed each other, I, unexpectedly asked – more like pleaded with him for more. Little did I know what "More" entailed…..

(Stay tuned)