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***Based on True Events***

Seventeen-year-old America Gil has one goal in mind before starting college: to lose her virginity. At the heels of high school graduation and summer about to start, she decides to date Luis. Blinded by her caprice, America is unable to see the signs. When she and Luis are faced with an unforeseen revelation, America soon finds out that not everything is as it seems.

Growing up without a father has been difficult for Athena Gil. When she was young, she was forced to leave everything she had known behind to meet her dad. Athena loathed him ever since. Even though they have lived together for many years since then, the hatred has not banished. She wants to know why it took eight years for them to become a family again. But when her father begins to confide in her his deepest secrets, she uncovers the story of a man she had no idea she has been living with.

After her boyfriend of three years breaks up with her, Blythe Wright finds herself lost. Willing to do anything to forget him, she goes out on a date with a stranger. After the one-night stand, Blythe swears never to do such thing again and goes on with her life, not realizing that the stranger has left her with something she never wanted.


6. 05. America


It only takes us a few minutes to get to Luis' house. We get out of the car and walk to the front door. Music hits my ears as we step through the threshold.

"Is someone here?" I ask, taking a look at my surroundings.

The living room is connected to the dining room, giving the home an open concept. The walls are all painted soft yellow, and the light brown on the couches make the room pop.

"No," he says, looking at me with a weird expression on his face. "Oh, the music? I forgot to turn it off when I went to get you."

My mouth forms an o, and I nod my head taking a step closer to an end table next to the couch. The table holds a picture frame of who I assume is a younger Luis with a much older man. Maybe his dad? I sit on the couch and reach for the picture to take a closer look. The little boy is holding a fish almost twice his size with a big smile on his face. The older man holds the other half of the fish.

"Is that you?" I point at the boy.

Luis turns off the music and sits next to me, taking the picture from my hand to examine the photograph.

"Yeah," he says. "I was eight years old in that picture, my dad and I went fishing for father's day. It's one of the best memories I have of us together," he smiles and puts the picture back on the table.

This picture is just a reminder that I have no pictures with my dad when I was a child. It sucks, really. Even though he left when Athena was two, I've seen several pictures of him holding her when she was born, and carrying her on her first birthday. My family thinks that meeting our dad and moving to Florida only impacted Athena, but what about me? I was the one who never met him. I was the one he left, couldn't he have waited three more days to leave? Just three more days and he would have seen me, he would have met me.

A hand covers my vision and I'm taken away from my bleak thoughts. "Hello? Are you listening to me?"

"I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"So what movie are we going to watch?" he prompts.

"I have a few movies here," Luis stands and goes over to the t.v stand, opens a drawer, and takes out a few DVDs. He hands them to me and asks to choose one.

"Oh, I've been dying to watch this movie."

"Cool. The thing is that this t.v doesn't have a DVD player, so we have to go to my room." He shrugs.

"Yeah. Okay, that's fine." I stand up and follow him down the hall to his bedroom.

Is this really going to happen? Already?

Navy blue taints his bedroom walls, and the bed is in the center of the room. Two dressers are on either side of the bed, with folders and school work on top. The blinds on the windows are closed. But a few rays of sun peak through the blinds, giving the room some light. I look around and notice his t.v mounted on the wall in front of the bed with a table underneath, holding a DVD player.

"You can sit on the bed and take off your shoes. I want you to be comfortable." He suggests.

I do as he says while I wait for him to put the movie on. Once finished, he lays next to me on the bed, waiting for the film to start.

Halfway through the movie, Luis manages to be a few inches closer to me. I can feel him take a breath and release it. He moves his hand to my shins, and I shiver. Not because it turns me on, but because it doesn't feel like his hand should be there. Then again, I've never done this before, so I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling. His warm breath hits my shoulder as his hand keeps moving up, almost touching my dress. Wet lips graze my neck, just below my ear and that actually feels good. I turn my head to the side to give him more access, but he stops.

"Wh- Why did you stop?" I turn to him.

He smirks and wets his mouth. Then his lips steal my first kiss. I don't move my lips because I'm shocked at the feeling of... nothing. That's what I feel as his lips move against mine. Nothing. No sparks like in movies or books. No electricity running through my body. I try my hardest to relax. Maybe it feels like this because I'm nervous. I move my lips to the motion of his. Memories from earlier traverse my mind and I have an overpowering urge to bite his lip, but hold it down since I don't even know how to do that. I don't want him thinking this is my first kiss.

"Take off your dress."

I nod and stand up. I unzip my dress and watch it pool at my feet. When I look up, Luis is already in his underwear with what looks like a condom wrapper in his hands. He walks to where I'm standing and kisses me one more time. My body slowly makes its way to the bed until I'm laying down on my back.

"Move up a little," he says.

I move upward on the mattress just as he starts kissing my belly making his way down my body. When he reaches my underwear, he taps on my hip. I rise, giving him permission to take off my panties. An article I read earlier pops to mind about how men prefer women who shave. I breathe in relief, I'm so glad I shaved. I hear the rip of the condom packet and look down to him putting it on. It's the first time I see a man naked and I just can't look away. Luis doesn't have any abs, but he isn't chubby either. His body looks more of those men who spend too much time working out their arms and—one would think with those broad shoulders the guy would have abs—but no. My eyes roam downward and I spot a Chinese word—I assume—on his left hip. His thighs look strong, unlike mine which have a few dimples here and there. I really hope he doesn't notice. He strokes himself and smirks at me.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"I'm a virgin." I blurt, blushing and looking away.

"It's cool. Don't worry. Just relax. I've never been with a virgin before, so this should be interesting," he says.

Resting one knee on the bed and he guides himself inside me. Ouch! I bite my lip at the sensation of him entering me. My insides feel like they're tearing like I'm bruising. It's too dry. Discomfort, physical and emotional, spreads through me, and every insecure thought I've ever had, seems to rear up its ugly head and snarl. I feel the urge to cover myself, as shame envelops me.

"Relax, America," he grunts.

How can I relax when my insides are expanding? When I'm not even horny?

A "Yes," comes out of Luis' mouth. I feel something running down the inside of my thigh.

"What the fuck?" he says. Almost angry. He pulls out of me in a rapid motion, making the ache worst. I grunt. I can see the condom tainted a scarlet red. He has a disgusted expression on his face. "Go to the bathroom. Hurry!" he shouts.

I rush out of the room but can see droplets of blood hit the floor. I sit on the toilet when I enter the bathroom and stay there until I feel like no more blood will come out. I wipe myself and apply some hot water on my sex. It hurts. Sex is not supposed to hurt, right? It's supposed to be explosive and passionate not a nightmare with awkward moments. I can only imagine all the things Luis will tell his friends about me now.

I open the bathroom door and walk back to the bedroom. I hear a click almost as if a picture was being taken.

"Are you still bleeding?"

"I don't think so."

"Come on. It'll probably be easier now," he walks me to the unmade bed with beads of blood on the sheets.

Luis puts on a condom again, and I lay down. The burning pain begins as he enters me once more. I remember to breathe and close my eyes when the rippling sensation of my flesh stretching starts. Once I open my eyes, I see Luis on top of me with drops of sweat on his forehead. I look around the room to distract myself of this uncomfortable sensation and see his cell phone on top of the t.v with the back facing us. Mhm, that is weird.

All I wanted was to lose my virginity and experience sex. But now that I have, I don't know what all the fuss is about. As his thrusts continue, all I keep thinking is, I hope I don't have to do this again.

• • •

We are outside my house on the driveway. "Luis, can you delete the video you took of us?"

He scoffs and furrows his eyebrows, "What are you talking about America?"

"I know you recorded us, and I'm asking you to delete it," I say looking him in the eye. "If you don't delete it, I can't see you anymore."

"Fine." He takes out his phone and deletes the video.

"Thank you." I look out the window. My panties are soaked red and I'm scared I've stained his leather seat.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I don't know. We could see each other on the weekend though." I say.

"Okay. I'll text you," he leans forward and kisses me on the lips.

I open the car door and step out. I can't even walk right, but I know I have to take in the pain or else my parents will notice. I turn around and waving him goodbye. I need to talk to someone. I need to know if this is normal, because I don't think I can go through that again. I take out my cellphone before I enter the house.

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