MY MESSED UP TEEN

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

The Wine Press

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

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My name is Anna and I'm 16 years old. My life pretty sucks as I am pretty famous at the hospital and rehab. I struggle with depression, I'm emotionally unstable, rape and family issues contend with the leftover pieces of my sanity. Yet for some odd reason my studies aren't really affected.

My life is full of experiences, I know right! I never had a beautiful memory. At least none that I can recall.

Never had someone to love me. I grew up in a broken home where nothing mattered except keeping secrets and pretending to be okay.

If my life had an eulogy, it would go like this ;

"WOE! TO THE PRINCESS OF THE DARK.

she walks amidst the dangerous sea

her soul crieth but all in vain.

Born to a life of dreadful whore...

her tears flow down a lake of sorrows

blood dripping down her flawless skin...

She cries but no one hears her plea...

Her voice echoes a sound of fear ...

Who can save her from herself?

Who would heal her deepened wounds...?

At night she crawls up to the dark

Seeking refuge in her pain...

No one seems to see her tears

for she lives a life of lonely days

Woe! to the princess of the dark..."

I always cried myself to sleep. Never had a reason to be happy. All I ever did was to drown in my thoughts and write my life in a poem; the only means I had of expressing myself. I never trusted anyone. My life was filled with fear from my parent's words "conceal it". A world of lies and deception.

It all started when I was about 6 years old. Mom never had a real bonding relationship with me...nanny did all her motherly duties and my father always had a bad temper.

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