I call *******. I was drowning and this sweet dark haired hazel eyed boy came, held my hand, told me he loved me and was going to marry me some day and then tied cement blocks to my feet, threw me in the lake, watched me drown and laughed.
I’m drowning and I'm screaming, begging for his help and when I finally reach my hand for him to grab it, he forces me back down and smiles as he see me losing conscience. In that moment with my head under water, before l'm gone, all I see is his **** smile.
He pulled me out, just to be the one to throw me back in.
When he agreed to be my rock, I didn’t realize he meant the one tied to my ankles, weighing me down.
Now I'm expected to untie the blocks while I’m drowning.