somanaomi Posted November 14, 2004 Share Posted November 14, 2004 One weekend, me jake and pete met aron, edz and siv. We hung out at his flat and got on really well. The next night me and jake seek safety in sivs flat, and while im feeling a bit stressed at life, siv talks to me and we have a good conversation, same views on things other people didnt understand, the fact that he was 30 didnt make any difference. The next weekend i spent a lot of time talking to siv, he'd just come out of a ten yr relationship six months ago and had three children, whom all i met. he didn't open up to many people and never went to out, people would always be at his flat so he didn't need too. It made me happy being with him, being able to talk and be understood, and to understand. My mate jake also got on really well with him, staying there after school to talk to him. It did freak me out a little, the age thing as i'd never ever had this connection with someone before, but i knew i certainly didn't fancy him. One night i found myself again, at sivs house with a collection of people. I'd told my stepmum i was staying at jakes, but since he was nowhere to be found at 4 oclock in the morning, i slept as sivs. he lied on the bed while i lay, tired, just talking. HARMLESS. By this time i was quite quite confused what i felt for him. In the morning, my big sister who had been up all night in a party came to find me, and saw me in his bed. The next week i didn't talk to him at all, i was too confused, and i'd offended him. It was a very bad week, i hated life and school was worse than usual. On monday however, we started talking again, and i was too happy, i realised i had feelings for this guy. I found out this week that my sister had been scheming ways to make me stop going to sivs, acting all concerned about drugs when she actually fancied him asking his cousin to hook them up, and just felt threatened by her little sister, me. Her last attempt to get rid of me, tell my stepmum that i lied to her and stayed at sivs, in the same bed as him. That night, the night after i'd only realised i had feelings for him, really strong ones too, my stepmum took david, a family friend who used to be a bouncer, to sivs flat, and threatened to kill him if he ever came near me again. siv wont say a word to me, wont reply any txts i send him and is now out of my life forever. we cant be friends. he was the only part that was keeping me sane, and now i can't stand my life. My stepmum refused to think she was wrong, and insisted that he was only talking to me for sex. Why must this always be assumed? Why couldn't she of believed me that nothing was going on between us and we hadn't slept together, and that he wouldn't dream of hurting me? Why does the age difference always make things so difficult? What do you think? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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