Page 1 of Scar

Prologue

Melinda

“My parents will be back soon,” I purred as he started to strip me by my bedroom door.

He smirked as I did it.

“Let me fuck you, Mel. I’ve been craving to do all day,” he growled as he unclasped my bra.

“What’s going to happen, Drake, when you go to a different university?”

He ignored me as he always did whenever he didn’t want to talk about the distance which will soon be upon us. His tongue forcibly entered my mouth, then he began to fuck my mouth with it.

Drake and I had dated since middle school, everyone was sure we would remain childhood sweethearts as we had done until now, but he’d got into Harvard.

Boston.

And I hadn’t. I got into our local community college, which was thousands of miles away from Boston. I hated the idea of him going and being so far away from me. Someone who was just a few blocks away could be impossible to reach at times. He was going to be a doctor and he would be helping thousands of people, so I knew that was more important than my heart.

“We’ll be long distance, but we’re not going to break up.” He said it confidently and abruptly as he broke away from me.

He was trying to fix the mood, but he wasn’t doing a good job. He wanted sex which I had at first, but I’d changed my mind about talking about it after we’d done it. I wanted us to discuss it now. I wouldn’t let him avoid the topic, as he did whenever I brought it up. I’d given him my v-card and my heart. There was no way that I was going to back down so easily.

“Drake?”

He tilted his head to the side and sighed, then he bent forward, licking my jaw before covering my lips with his. An involuntary groan rumbled in his throat as his hardened cock pressed against my stomach.

It was as if I’d lost all senses as I wrapped my leg round his, pressing me closer against his arousal. My hands found their way to his hair, and his fingers flicked at the clasp at my waist.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered as he placed his hands on my shoulder and looked into my eyes.

Goosebumps spread across my skin as he took my hands and turned me around and pressed me against the wall.

Something was wrong.

Really wrong.

My heart sunk and I needed to have it out with him, right here and now, so I spun around to meet a look of disappointment.

“Why do you have to spoil things? I wanted one last time before we parted,” he snarled.

“What?”

I realized he wanted to fuck me and leave.

Since when did he look at me that way?

When did he treat me like a piece of meat?

Had he done it for a while, but I’d been so caught up with all the drama lately that I never noticed?

“It’s because I’m getting fat, isn’t it? This is why you don’t want to…”

His dark eyes widened as I said it and tears started streaming down my face.

He cupped it and smiled. “When did you ever think of me as being so shallow? Look, I didn’t even want to take off my shirt so you wouldn’t see it.”

I realized he was really hiding something for me. “You forget we’ve been dating for four years. I know you better than yourself.”

---