Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

It was a warm summer day,and you saw me in my roller skates and braids, and knew just what to say. Charming,intelligent, and handsome, you took me on by surprise, and before we knew it, we were riding high. Though I was only at the age of one and five (Does that make sense? I mean for it to spell out 15,but still rhyme ) we first made love on that sparkly beach and I thoguht I had won. Yes, I won your heart and soul, and we thoguht we were in heaven together. Yet, your heaven soon became my hell, when you started to take delight in the corruption of my youth and innocense. You seemed so kind at the time, but really you were a wolf in sheep's clothing. Your crafty disguise started to unviel when you introduced me to that pill and your friend, Daniel. The events of that night are a blur,but one thing I know for sure; the next morning my dress was completely torn and now I can not have children born from my womb. Your illusions and charade were over, you true identity had been discovered. Though a wolf is ugly and sinister, I still thought there was an innocent sheep hiding inside you. As I struggled to find you that morning, I could not stop wondering how we could fix things and go back to the way things were. Raped,beaten,and bruised, I stumbled onto your steps with these burning questions. As I pleaded and wept, you showed no remorse and tried to force me to leave. You put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger. "POW!" Everything went silent and warm, as I tasted the salty metallic of my own blood flooding my mouth and smearing my body. My last concious thought was "He still loves me.", and that has been the recurring thought that has haunted my subconciousness all these years later, as I wait for my wolf in sheep's clothing to come rescue me from this state. I KNOW HE WILL!