Dear Diary, Beck’s n I are getting ready, she told me that Tom was asking about me, so got to make sure I look my best. I am all nervous now; feel like I ate a plate of worms. Anyway I’ll fill you in later got to get ready!
Love Trish
Dear Diary, I had such a good time, people had brought weed and alcohol, we all got really drunk. As the night went on I was standing chatting to Becky, Tom came up and kissed me. I could feel my heart pounding, I kissed him back, it was spontaneous. I remembered I put some condoms in my bag, I started to lead him up stairs, and then, all of a sudden my dad called my name. I span round and saw him at the bottom of the stairs, I quickly let go of Tom’s hand, and just stared at my dad. How could he do this to me, I could tell by the look on his face I was in trouble, he walked up the stairs and firmly grasped my arm, without a word he led me out of the house… past Becky’s stoned boyfriend at the door straight out into the cold air. At this moment I just felt faint and collapsed.
All I remember then was waking up in the car as we were pulling up onto the drive. My dad must have laid me down on the back seat, I still felt disorientated, and then threw up on my self. My dad didn’t even turn round; I could hear the sound of quick short steps which I took to be my mother. She ran to the car door and opened it, she also looked as irate as my father; they both helped me into the house and sat me down on the couch. As I looked round my mum was holding by bag, my heart sank as she started to open it, I looked away as she opened it. She let out a shriek and called my dad over. His face seemed to sink when he saw what was in there. I had only had sex once before will Michael my previous boyfriend, but they assumed the worst. What hurt most was when my dad called me ‘dirty slut’ I couldn’t believe he said it. That made my mind up I had to get away. Once they sent me to my room I started packing, I hope to leave in the night, I might go to Tom’s but I will not be able to stay since it will be the first place they look.
Trish
Dear Diary, I left! I waited till I heard my parents come up to bed, and then I jumped down onto the kitchen roof and jumped down onto the lawn. I twisted my ankle when I hit the ground, I had to limp a good mile to Tom’s house… I knocked on the door, as he opened I collapsed in his arms. He was well sweet he got me an ice pack for my ankle… the pain was excruciating I could see how bad it looked in the light. Tom wanted me to go to the hospital but it would cause problems since I wasn’t old enough to go on my own, just have to put up with the pain. I must leave in the morning though because this will be the first place my dad will look, and I can’t go Beck’s either since that will also be a bit obvious. What am I going to do? I might ask Tom, he will know what to do! Well I hope he does. Least I am away from my parents, Tom is coming back… I’ll fill you in later. Bye!
Trish
Dear Diary, Tom said that he has a mate that would be able to put me up for a bit, but I am not to sure, I have seen this guy before and he looks creepy. I don’t think I have any other option though, oh well Tom said he would visit me every day so I might as well see how I get on. I better go and pack I’ll tell you how I get on later. Whish me luck.
Love Trish
Dear Diary, I am here, erm…. Place seems to be ok, nothing special, but Craig (that’s Tom’s mate) seems a bit creepy. First thing he seemed to do was check me out. I mean how creepy is that. Oh well suppose I will have to put up with it, Tom said that he will come and visit as much as possible, still don’t feel comfortable, any way I got to go
Love Trish
Dear Diary, oh my god Craig came onto me! He started stroking my leg, it was disgusting, I have to get out of here but I think he has locked me in. I called Tom and he just said I was being stupid. I think he was in on it. I think I might have to call my parents. I don’t know what to do... help me!
Love Trish
Dear Diary, I have decided that I am going to call my parents, what else am I suppose to do. I hope they will be able to forgive me…. I did do some pretty terrible things… I mean … they weren’t that bad, just looked it. Oh well I got to get away from here! They must take me back………..
