I always wanted a hardcore gothic boyfriend who would love me in a crazy weird way. I met someone like that at a friends party one night he was just sitting there with his black shirt,pants, and spikes everythng I wanted so i sat down next to him the first thing he said to me was I like your spikes on your shirt I looked at him and smiled.
We talked for the whole night he gave me his phone number and I gave him mine he gave me a ride home I wanted to kiss him but I didn’t want to mess it up I wanted to take it slow. We said
goodnight and he watched me go into my apt building. The next day around about 1:00 pm he called me and wanted to know if I would like to do something with him I said sure we went back to his house by the time we know it it’s 2 in the morning so he just said I can stay there I slepted in the bed with him he kissed me nice and soft on the lips I loved it but yet I was thinking we are only in high school I am not ready to really have sex yet. But that night that was the only thing he did. That next day we went to school together he was around me the whole day. Weeks went on and we started dating and stuff and one day he asked me if I wanted to come over I said sure. We get to has place and he said to me I have something for you I thought it would be like a I love you ring or something he layed me down on his all black bed kissing me I was alittle scared when he layed me down so “I said to him I am not ready for sex yet” he laughed and said “I know” I looked at him with a worried looked on my face. He got up from the bed and walked over to his dresser and took his favorite knife and came over me and kissed me and said “layed down baby” my heart was pounding hard and fast I asked him what he was going to do. “I am going to cut you like a love cut” I just said ok to him he kissed me and said close your eyes he pulled up my shirt and gave me a cut long enough to lick and deep enough for it to bleed. Tears ran down my face hard and fast he licked the blood from the cut on my tummy until it stop bleeding. He looked into my eyes wet from the tears and kissed them away from my face. The next day I still was in alittle pain from the cut. When ever I look at or him kiss him I can’t help to think that it won’t be the last cut.