Please Don't Touch

1. Paper Thin

Scrolling nonchalantly down my Facebook feed, I yawn lazily. I was about to close up when I noticed so mething that looked very familiar.

My picture.

Panic settled into my heart as I stare at the teenager before me. My whole body gets hot and before I k now tears spring to my eyes as I read the disgusting comments.

The account was fake but the only person I sent it to was my boyfriend.

I shut the laptop hard before sprinting up and pacing the room.

This cannot be happening.

Not to me!

Why me!

Breathing heavily I call my boyfriend well, ex-boyfriend Grayson.

"Hey, ba-"

"Don't you dare hey babe me!" I whisper yelled. "I trusted you, Grayson. You don't know how much courage it took for me to send that picture and then you just post it like its nothing!" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I was sobbing and the other end was frantic.

"I didn't post the picture! I- I sent it to some of the guys and I guess one of them-"

Did he send it to some of the guys?

"What am I to you, Grayson! A little prostitute you think you can just send her pictures to everyone. I'm your girlfriend! You'r e the only one that should be seeing such things.

"Did she find out?" A voice sniggers from behind and I feel my head vibrate with pain, ready to lash out a

"You stupid little boy! Its immature people like you who ruin lives! Have you never seen a girl in her underwear before you just had to post it, Theodore? You're disgusting, a pig, no wonder everyone just likes you because of your money. Pathetic

But in reality, I ruined my own life by sending that picture.

And for the next three years, I had to live with the constant shame and reminder as the students and teachers refused to let it go, my family disowned me so I lived with my aunt and I dumped Grayson as fast as I could.

4 years later I moved away for college, studying a little bit of law and sociology.

What I didn't expect... Was for a certain someone to come and change my life. For better... Or for worse.