Mr. Silver Medalist was an older guy I had met a few years before Mr. Gold Medalist. He was kind and slow and began to slowly knock down bricks that I had put up around myself. He was the type of guy you could talk to about anything and he was always there. We tried dating on and off for a while but due to age difference and where we were in life it never worked. He had a kid and I was still living with my parents.
Through all of our time talking, we became close. I told him for my 21st birthday I wanted him to be my first. But that didn’t happen. It wasn’t until we had officially broken up for good that Mr. Gold Medalist came walking into my life. The night after Mr. Gold Medalist took my virginity, I texted Mr. Silver Medalist, telling him how much I still wanted to be with him and how I was sorry and what had just happened. He was angry with me. I told him I would come home from college and we could talk about it that weekend when my family was out of town.
I never should have texted him. That night he came over, we talked and I thought it was what I wanted. I thought I wanted him to erase all the memories and make love to me like I’ve read in books. But as things got started I knew something was wrong but i froze. He became violent with me. After he was done he made me take a shower with him to wash off the evidence. Then left me on my childhood bed as he walked away and out of my life for good.
It has been a long time since that day happened but not a day goes by that I dread seeing him again and what I would do. He took my soul away after he broke down those walls.