As any teenage boy, the most important things to me were sex and popularity. It was a new year at school; I was ready to continue my normal teenage life, doing the same shit I do every year at school. Get in trouble, hit on girls, and do drugs. But for some reason, I had this feeling that this year it wasn't going to be the same. Of course, it was just a feeling, so I didn't bother with it. I didn't know what she was talking about. Broken rules? What rules? "I really love you, I do, but I can’t stay with you anymore, or 'he' will get me and he will destroy us both." I didn't know what to say.