Don’t believe a word of what he says. That lying, cheating, boyfriend of mine. Craig’s his name. He doesn’t want to admit that he did a single thing wrong, but he’s such a damn pervert! I knew that I was missing a few clothes from my closet, but I’d never suspect he was the one that took them.He dressed up in my clothes… my girliest clothes… and did all those dirty things.We grew up together in a very conservative small town, but it is not like as if that’s the reason why I am so mad at him. I’m a liberal person, I believe in being progressive and all. If he only admitted what he did, then I’d work to forgive him. I’d teach him things about being a girl! But no, he just keeps on lying and lying. He’s refusing to admit what he did. He’s making it seem like someone is setting him up. Like those pictures of him dressed in my clothes and… and kissing and doing many things far worse to those strange men, aren’t actually of him! Yeah, I caught you Craig, just own up to it.It’s true, his face is not really that visible in any of the photos, but I can recognize that’s his scrawny body. Now I know why he was always so reluctant to work out. That tiny sissy didn’t want to look manly. When I saw his hairless legs in the photos, I asked him to show me his legs right there on the spot, and sure enough, his legs were completely smooth like a girl’s! Sure, he then tells me that, as unbelievable as it may sound, he was actually forced to shave his legs after losing a bet he had with one of his friends, and that it had nothing to do with the pictures. Then he gets emotional and starts to sob, saying that no-one believes him. Pfth, considering that he refuses to believe me when I tell him that I’ve dumped him, that’s only fair l mean, what do I have to do to get him off my back? Do I need to get a restraining order? That’d crush his little heart for sure.
At some level, I feel kinda bad about that. Sure, he’s a lying and cheating bastard, but he’s hardly dangerous. I guess that I am sorry for him being such a wimp. I just want him out of my life and get a new boyfriend. I certainly don’t want my clothes back. No matter how much I cleaned them, I’d never forget what he did wearing them.Then there’s Edvard. Ah, he’s such a creep, but he’s the one that handed me the photographs.I dunno how he got hold of them, and he won’t tell me but I frankly don’t want to know! Probably on some pervert’s website somewhere. All he tells me is that he knows all of Craig’s secrets and that I don’t want to know any of it. I believe him. Edvard is tall, and I suppose some girls might think he’s hot, in that gothic kinda way. But anytime I see him he just gives me the worst vibes. Like he’s always planning something and manipulating you. But I suppose Ed did me a favor.He’s also told me that he is willing to take care of Craig for me. I dunno what the hell he means when he says that, but it sounds hella creepy. I would say no, but if Craig’s gonna refuse to admit what I know he did and keep pestering me, then I want Ed to do whatever he plans on doing. I don’t know why Ed felt like he had to get my permission, but as soon as I told him that he was allowed to take care of Craig, he smiled at me and told me not to worry. All I needed to do was promise that if I ever saw Craig again, I’d get that restraining order… and possibly something even worse.As Ed left he mumbled something about ‘blackmail,’ but I couldn’t quite hear what. I wasn’t interested in hearing it. Whatever happens to Craig next, I won’t be involved with it. He’s not my boyfriend, he’s not even my friend. I’ll let Ed take care of him, and I hope he’s gonna make good with his promise of making him completely disappear from my life.