Expectations Hurt

Hannah’s POV

He kissed me.

I was feeling numb. I thought I would enjoy the day he would kiss me, but right now, I wasn’t. I was feeling disgusted by his kiss which he did for god-knows-what reason.

I wriggled out of his hold on my neck and ended the kiss. He looked straight into my eyes, the hollowness in his eyes told me that he’s in pain. But what pain?

My eyes were filled with tears, I didn’t even know the reason why my 9-years-old-crush kissed me.

“Why?” I asked slowly.

He came near my ears but spoke a little loudly.

“So that you can shut your mouth, whore”

I froze at my place.

He got away.

“That’s what you wanted, didn’t you? You’re just a slut, I know that-” he stopped when Sam slapped him hard.

I was not thinking straight, my face all filled with tears, my eyes filled with rage, pain, hurt, and betrayal. I wanted to shout and scream, but my voice was long gone.