Twenty Something Writers

She half wanted to be here, even though she would tell all of her friends that it was her parents’ idea. Unsure of whether to knock on the door or just sit where she was, she kept glancing up to listen or see if she could see anyone. Finally deciding to wait patiently, she looked around the waiting room. There were toys for kids, like blocks and puzzles, and there were books for some of the older patients, books about parenting, and books about all types of different social disorders. Martha wasn’t sure what she felt right now, whether she wanted to be there or not, but she most definitely didn’t want to be there right now with her mother, who was sitting anxiously next to her. They didn’t talk much during the wait, only an occasional “are you okay?” or “yeah, Mom, I’m fine.” Martha felt like simple one word answers would get her through this faster. She noticed her mother glance down at her watch and sigh. Martha knew that they still had to wait about 5 minutes until their appointment time.

Finally 6:30 PM rolled around, after what seemed like forever. The wooden door to their left with the words Patricia Kellington, Ph.D, opened up slowly and out walked a tall woman with dark hair and glasses. Behind her stood a medium height woman, with a curly head of hair that looked as thought it was slowly but surely going gray. She stood and welcomed Martha and her mother in. As Martha entered the room, she noticed it smelled of sweet candles or incense. It was warm, but not too hot, and there was a couch against the back wall. Hard candies lined the inside of a glass bowl, which sat on the coffee table in front of her.

Holding out her hand, she introduced herself as Patricia to Martha and her mother. As they got comfortable, Patricia asked Martha why she was here and Martha calmly explained that she just felt that she wanted someone to talk to other than her friends at school or her parents. It wasn’t that she necessarily wanted to talk about all of these terrible things going on in her life, she just thought it would be nice to be able to talk about her week and how things were going. They talked about whether she thought she was depressed and if she had ever caused physical harm to herself. Martha noticed her mother cringe at the thought of this and even begin to cry when she said that yes, she had, but it hadn’t been serious. She had only rubbed a pen cap against her wrist back and forth until the skin had broken and tiny, little droplets of blood had peaked out.

After talking for a bit longer, Patricia asked Martha’s mother to step out of the room so she and Martha could talk for a bit. Martha explained that she didn’t want to hurt herself anymore and that she didn’t really feel all too inclined to be on medication for anything. She half wanted to be on something because then maybe she wouldn’t go through all of these ridiculous moods, but then again would she even feel anything at all? So she said that no, she didn’t want to be on anything, and Patricia agreed that she didn’t think Martha should be on anything. After a while of talking, Martha went back to the waiting room while her mother talked with Patricia. She could only assume that they were talking about how she didn’t need to be on medication, her mother’s family history of depression, and how much each session would cost. They finally decided that she would come once a week for an hour. The ride home was as silent as the waiting room had been, her mother insisted that she show her her wrist again; Martha reluctantly did.

This had all come about because her parents had caught her talking on the phone to a 30 year old man. They didn’t know he was 30, only that he lived in Texas and as far as they knew Martha and him had never met. That part was true, she had been playing a video game where she could play online and talk to other people who were playing. After a few weeks of playing, she had built up a friendship with this guy, she didn’t know anything about him except that his name on the game was Duo. Duo and her played online for weeks and finally they decided to talk on the phone. After talking on the phone for about a month, her parents noticed these late night calls on the phone bill and confronted her about it. She told them that he was 25 and that she just liked having someone to talk to. They then asked her if she wanted a therapist and she willingly went.

Martha had no intention of not talking to Duo anymore and promptly went out and bought a pre-paid phone. She used the phone to talk to anyone she didn’t know, from the game, from other places. Having this phone led her to talking to Scott, also from the game. He was 27, she was almost 18. Cradle-robbing, nonetheless. After talking for a few months they decided that they were “dating.” Well, he decided that. He told her he loved her and, knowing nothing else, she said it back. She wasn’t sure at that point that she meant it, but still said it anyway. When Martha was hanging out with a friend he kissed her, and she told Scott about it. He was angry, upset, disappointed, and told her he never wanted to lose her. He told her that he wanted to be with her for forever, he wanted to marry her someday. He then asked if she would marry him? He probably even got down on one knee to ask her, and she said yes. Thinking back on it now, she had been stupid, she had never even met the guy, and what was she thinking? Of course, her friends at school heard about it and asked her the same questions. But nevermind them, she went along with it. Finally after 6 months, Scott decided to come down to visit. Martha told her work that she had something that was going on all weekend, her parents were going out of town, and Scott got a room at a motel about 30 minutes away. She had just turned 18, so her and Scott were planning on having sex all weekend.

When she got to the motel where Scott was staying, she didn’t know what she was expecting. They had been talking for 6 months, every night, on the phone til one of them got too tired to talk. They talked about what it would be like to be married, what their kids would be like, all of the things that someone talked about when they were in the beginning of such a new relationship. When she pulled up at his motel, however, she was expecting something else. Yeah, she had seen photos of him, but she didn’t think he would look so old. He had somewhat of a lazy eye, his hair was long and going gray, overall it wasn’t what she had been expecting at all. But she knew that she liked this guy, she had been talking to him for too long not to go through with it. What would he do if she just pulled away and left, didn’t answer phone calls, didn’t talk to him ever again? So, now, looking back on it, perhaps she did it out of fear, or perhaps she had really liked him and made a point to tell herself that looks didn’t really matter. If two people had a connection they should do what they planned to do. She followed him to his room, well actually he followed her, she knew he was looking at her ass. She thought to herself that this was only mildly creepy.

Over the course of the weekend, she managed to lose her virginity, and then proceeded to have sex with him over and over again. Looking back on it, her memory was a bit fuzzy, the way she can remember it, she lost all of her virginity, you know, every hole. They had had sex on pretty much every surface, the bed, the sink counter, the shower, a chair, the floor. They covered about every position, and the weekend had consisted of nothing but sex and eating. They hadn’t even left the room, mainly because she didn’t want any of her friends to see her with this guy. But ah, she didn’t want to think about it.

He had given her the ring when he came down. It looked nice, it was silver-looking, with a large diamond on top. She remembered she had wanted desperately to believe that it was real, but knew he didn’t have the money for such an expensive thing. Still the thought was nice, and she had gladly accepted it. She started wearing it to school, to show off to her friends, even though she knew things hadn’t gone as well as she had hoped.

A few weeks later, Scott and Martha were still talking, but she noticed her feelings were starting to change. It was like a sudden wave had hit her, knocked her down, and she realized where she was, what she was doing. She didn’t want to be married, at least not yet, and not to this 27 year old when she was only 18. She had been an idiot to accept this ring from him, to say yes she would marry him, to meet him. She had fallen victim to one of the oldest tricks in the book. She had met someone online, and then decided to meet for real. What had she been thinking? She didn’t love this guy, she didn’t even know what love was. She was only 18 and she hadn’t been in any real relationships up to this point.

After realizing this, she called up Scott, uneasy, pit in the bottom of her stomach. The phone rang a few times and she hoped he wouldn’t answer, but then click, and

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Oh, hey sweetie.”

“What’s up?” She asked nonchalantly.

“Not too much, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Sorry I’m just feeling weird.” She realized how hard this was going to be. He was so nice to her, and she was about to throw it all back into his face and hope he would understand.

“I’m sorry, did you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know, it’s hard. I just don’t know if this is working anymore?”

“What do you mean, not working?” He still sounded nice.

“Exactly what I said, I don’t think it’s working. I don’t know if this is what I want.”

“Explain.” There we go, she thought. Finally just one word answers. She let him have it, she just wanted to get it all out in one long sentence, so she wouldn’t have to say it again.

“I just don’t think I want this love, this engagement, everything. I think this was a bad decision on my part, well, both of our parts. You’re 27, I just turned 18. I lost my virginity to you. I agreed to marry you. I don’t want to be the “married” girl at school. I just want to be normal. “

“You won’t be the only married girl at school. Lot’s of girls will go to college married. And being normal, what does this have to do with how you feel about me? I thought you loved me. I love you.”

“I did love you. I’m not so sure anymore. This is hard for me. I just don’t think any of this is right anymore, I’m supposed to feel happy right now right? Because I don’t. “

“What do you mean, you’re not sure if you love me anymore? How can you love someone for 6 months and now you don’t know if you love me? It doesn’t work that way hun. “

“I know, I don’t know what my deal is. I just don’t feel it. “

“Wait a second, are you doing this just so you can go back and be with that guy that you kissed? Do you want to have phonesex with someone else? Is this about Duo?”

She sighed, of course he would bring up Duo. It wasn’t about Duo, and if she used him as an excuse the shit would probably hit the fan.

“Of course I don’t just want to go and hang out with other guys, but I don’t think I want to hang out with you anymore. “

“You sound like a slut right now, you know that? “

“Come on Scott, this is hard for me. Don’t call me that. And it’s not being slutty, it’s me wanting to have a little bit more fun before I get married. I don’t need to be 18 and married already, I need to have some fun. I haven’t even gotten to college yet, isn’t that where all the fun is supposed to happen?”

“Whatever.”

“I need to go, I’ll call you back later?”

“Fine. “

“I’m sorry.”

“Whatever.”

There, she had told him. And it didn’t seem like he had taken it that badly. She hoped that she wouldn’t have to call him back, she hoped he wouldn’t call her back. She wanted it to just be over. The fact that he had called her a slut, it didn’t sit well with her. This had been a bad idea from the get go, now it just needed to be over.

She tried to be as calm as she could the rest of the night. She talked to her mom so that she wouldn’t ask her what was wrong, so as not to arouse any suspicion. However, her heart and stomach (stomach mostly) just ached. She had the biggest pit in her stomach, knowing that there was no way that he would just accept what she said and decide it was fine for it to be over. She knew he really liked her, for whatever reason. It was probably just because she was younger, she wasn’t damaged goods, and she had a nice body.

Later that night, her phone rang. She looked down, saw it was him, and let him go to voicemail. She silenced his call over and over again, didn’t respond to his text messages until he said fine, I’ll just call your house if you keep this up.

He called again and she answered, “Hey.”

“Hey. Why weren’t you answering your phone?”

“I had things to do, my mom and dad were home.”

“Well were you planning on calling back when they left?”

“No.”

“Well then I need to say some things,” He responded in a cool tone, but she could tell that this was going to be harsh.

“Okay.”

“First off I don’t know why you’re doing this? Are you getting off on telling me that you love me, and then 6 months later after we’ve met and had sex and spent a weekend together you tell me that you don’t think you love me anymore? What do you mean you don’t think you love me? Did you ever love me or was this just some game you’ve been playing? You should be seriously thinking about the answer to that question because if you were just playing a game you’re going to get what’s coming to you. “

“Mhm. “

“Mhm? That’s all you’ve got to say for yourself? “

“I don’t know. I wasn’t playing games, I just don’t love you anymore.”

“Sounds like games to me. You probably get off on doing this to all of the older guys you meet on the internet. “

“No…”

“Well, in any case, I’ve thought it over and I’ve decided I’m going to call your mother and tell her what a little whore you are. I’m going to tell her everything, because I know you never tell her anything. I’m going to tell her about the engagement, and me coming to see you, and the sex, and the phonesex, and how you have phonesex with so many guys all the time. I’m going to tell her about what you like when it comes to sex, and I’m going to tell her all about what we did the whole weekend. She deserves to know what a little whore she has for a daughter. “

“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh? I mean, this is hard for me too and you don’t see me taking my anger out on you by calling your mom or dad.”

“The way I see it, you hurt me, so now I’m going to hurt you. “

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you. It’s not my fault that my feelings have changed. You’re being stupid about this. Just accept it.”

“You were stupid for doing this, and you did hurt me. You have control over your feelings, maybe you should have realized that you never loved me to begin with.”

“Well maybe I’m just being stupid. Maybe I do love you and I just don’t know what I’m feeling right now. “

“Well you better figure it out and let me know. Because if you can’t figure it out, that means you’ve been lying to me this whole time, and trying to hurt me. So I’m going to do it right back to you. “

“Well please don’t. But I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you later. “

“Okay, don’t think too long.”

“Goodbye.”

She hung up the phone and it set in just how scared she was. Would he really call her parents? She had given him the house phone number a couple of times so they could talk without wasting her minutes. She didn’t know if he had the guts to go through with it or not. She called one of her friends and explained the situation to them. How she jumped every time the phone rang, how she didn’t know if he would call or not, what should she do? She ruled it into two options. She could either tell him that she still loved him, that she had been stupid, stay with him so that he didn’t call her parents. But she knew that at this point she really didn’t love him. She was just scared, and disgusted, and sickened by the thought that she had ever made love to this man. She could also tell her parents, and wait for the yelling to come. But then at least she wouldn’t be so scared every time the phone rang, she would be free from him.

Martha originally went with her first option. She called Scott back, told him that everything was fine, she still loved him, she had just been going through one of her weird moods. He told her that if she was just doing this so that he wouldn’t call her parents he was only going to get madder. She assured him that she still loved him but that she couldn’t talk right then. She kept giving excuses every time he called that she couldn’t talk, she had something else to do, her parents were around, she was out with her friends, etc. She assumed that he would get tired of this and things would just fizzle out. Nope.

It had only been a week and she knew she needed to get out. He was blackmailing her and the only thing she could do to stop it was to tell her mother. She waited patiently for her mother to come home but finally couldn’t wait any longer.

“Hello?”

“Hey Mom. I need to tell you something. Where are you?”

“I’m at the mall. What’s up?”

“Well remember that weekend that you thought something was fishy? The one where you were gone and you kept calling and I told you I was driving home?”

“Yeah…”

“Well I wasn’t in the town over or hanging out with my friends from school. I met a guy online and he came to visit. And he asked me to marry him, and I said yes. And he’s 27. And we have phonesex. And he’s telling me now that if I don’t stay with him he’s going to call you and tell you everything.”

Silence on the other end of the phone.

Finally, “I’m sorry, Martha. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay, now that I got all of that off my chest.”

“Good. You can tell him to call me, but did you tell me everything?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you more when I get home.”

“Thanks Mom. I love you.”

Well that was a bit of a relief. Martha was still worried about what her mom would say to her when she got home, whether or not she would tell her dad, if they were both going to yell at her when they got home.

Nevertheless she called up Scott and told him what she had been waiting to say this entire time.

“We’re through. I told my mom, you can call her when she gets home,” she said in her strongest voice.

He replied, a certain slyness in his voice, “Did you tell her everything because if you didn’t, I will.”

“Yeah, I did. So don’t talk to me anymore.”

She hung up the phone and she felt as though a huge weight had been lifted. While Martha waited for her mom to come home, she went about her normal business. She was trying to keep as busy as possible so that she wouldn’t have to think about what her mom would say to her.

This had all happened two years ago, and Martha had some difficulty remembering the order of events. She remembered that her parents had not in fact yelled at her, they had been worried. Her dad had his worried face on, like he was really sad but he wasn’t going to cry. She remembered feeling like she had broken his heart, but truthfully he was just worried about her. He wanted to know if she was okay, if she had felt emotionally scarred from the incident. He wondered if she was upset about everything that had happened. She hadn’t necessarily been upset about what had happened, she was just really glad that it was over now. The weekend she had spent with Scott had been fun but everything that had happened afterwards was very scary and upsetting to her. She knew that every one of her friends had been right and she had clearly not been thinking straight.

She had sworn to herself that she would never do something so stupid again, she would never meet anyone she knew from online again.

And that’s how she got here. Over the course of a few months she had told her therapist all of this. She was unsure how she felt about Patricia at this point, whenever Martha told her something Patricia hadn’t given her advice or told her well maybe that’s wrong, what you’re doing and all. She just agreed with everything Martha said. Martha didn’t want someone to agree with her, she knew what she was doing wasn’t right, but every time Patricia would just agree with her.

After a few weeks, Martha stopped going to therapy. She realized that it was easier to talk to people she didn’t know. She could tell someone all of her feelings if she didn’t know them, if they didn’t know her. But when she finally got comfortable with someone she felt like now that they knew her, they would judge her. She knew that her therapist had no intention of judging her but every time she went back to that room, she felt like she had nothing to say. She did in fact have a whole lot to say but every time she tried to she just choked up. So she stopped going, convincing Patricia and her mother that she was fine, everything was fine, she didn’t need to talk about things anymore.

She really was fine for a while, through the rest of high school, the summer afterwards, and then into college. College was a big change for her, she drank for the first time, she met guys, she had more sex than she probably should have. She wouldn’t have called herself a slut, but she was sure some of the girls probably thought so. Yeah, she was hanging out with a lot of different guys, but really she was just trying to get it all out of her system. She had lost her virginity to a 27 year old man when she was only 18 and now she needed to be normal again, just a normal 18 year old having sex with other normal 18 year olds. At times it was hard, she was desperately trying to make friends and at the same time pretend that she didn’t need anyone. She would be anti-social but she was only hoping someone would come up to her and talk to her and want to be her friend. Drinking helped with this, she was more outgoing and wanted to talk to everyone.