"Time After Time : Part Une"

So, I've been slowly but surely telling you tidbits of my personal life...
...But, there comes a time where a gal needs to free herself from the shackles of her own inhibition. For the first time ever, I'm going to be completely honest and straightforward, while I pour my heart out as I speak of my most vulnerable moment and my greatest heartbreak of them all. Now, I will let everything out...
...In "When The Crusher Gets Crushed" I briefly spoke of this experience, but I was holding back. I'm here now to confide in my Suburbians, because for one, this blog's my safe place, and for two, I honestly want all of my beloved fans and readers to know of this time in my life. They say there's a fine line between love and hate, and I've experienced it firsthand...

Where all of this began was years ago - I attended a birthday party with a then great friend of mine. For an odd unknown reason, I wound up in her bedroom with three other dudes (The door was wide open, don't go near the gutter). Apparently I missed the piece of the invitation where making fun of my size was on the itinerary, and while in the room, they did such. Evidently, you can't be super skinny and short too. Another thing that was short was my temper, and I lashed out on the nearest guy. Now as I think back, he didn't ever fight back in any way. He took it, literally lying down. I finally stopped because his little sister came in and started crying ; I felt guilty ... Let's call this guy 'Drew'.
 

Sometime later during the party, Drew and the two other guys locked me in the same room that I had attacked Drew in, along with themselves. After realizing they wouldn't let me out until I heard them out, I figured it best to listen to all their apologies. I don't quite remember my reaction but I suspect it wasn't great, seeing how I began to hate Drew's existence.
 

We were placed in the same English class ... He kept talking to me and joking of my name since my last name starts with an 'M' as well. Apparently, it was also hysterical to shout in the hallway or during a game of not-so-mum-ball (A game that involves of course a ball and "quietness"). Through it all, I still hated his guts and the hate grew larger - It was the next year that everything changed ... And I do mean EVERYTHING.

We were placed in the same Math class with the same English immediately following it - Almost everything worth mentioning had happened in Math...
...We had a great teacher, who shall be called Mr. G. Mr. G had presented assigned seats ; I couldn't complain about mine. He's actually the one who started "Molly Dolly", the nickname that I've carried for years now ... But, that had sparked something that I'll get to later on in writing.

Per the chart, Drew was seated two rows away from me - But, for some reason, he wasn't happy with that. Drew was the ultimate opportunist at sitting closer to me. Few months into the year, the student in front of the individual next to me moved away, (Wow, confusing much?), so Drew ceased the opportunity to sit there as Mr. G didn't have any objections. With any chance he got, he relentlessly annoyed the hell out of me. As the days passed by, something had changed ... I caught a wave of completely different feelings for him ; The hatred had evolved into dare I even say it, love? The sudden emotions only intensified when the gal who sat next to me moved too, and he took her spot...
...The flirting had only increased, but I suppose that was completely alright at the time - I was an otherwise foolish girl with a major crush, but we've all been there. I was happy, until my love interest bit me right on the ass, and from shortly then on did the worst moment of my whole entire life occur, which to this very day, continuously haunts me...
...The reason for the Labyrinth surrounding my heart.

"Half-Done Molly" ... A seemingly childish name calling - But I grew so vulnerable, and wound up in the arms of a particular man who hurt me in a way I never thought possible ; Unimaginable vulnerability from childish teasing lead me down a path, which ended in personal violation, the closing of my heart and a massive lack of utter trust...

As you can already see, this's going to be a ridiculously long post ... So, depending on how much the second part tells, shall determine if there's need for part three. The Second Part's coming soon. Yes, I opted to end this with a cliffhanger - Until next time, my beloved Suburbians!