Everyone has that one person in their life that leaves a huge impact on them and values their opinion. For some it’s their mom, dad, or bestfriend. For me it’s my aunt Lynne. Her full name is Rosalynne and i think that is soo plain for someone with such a bright personality like Lynne. Lynne is an interesting character in my life. She’s 18 and is only a year older than me. We practically grew up together. I don’t know what my father’s mom was thinking when she had a baby at 45, but I’m happy i got Lynne. Now that she’s 18 she thinks she’s all grown up, and she does that adult thing when they say, I have more life experience and i was on this earth longer so i should know. It’s truly irritating. For the most part she’s right, but that’s not the point. I decided to ask her what to do about J. Now it’s been 6 months and i think he’s growing a little impatient. Sometimes when we watch movies on the couch and he holds my hand, his fingers slowly slip from my hand and drop to between my thighs. I move him off of me, but he doesn’t always get the hint. If it’s not that, he’ll move my hand to touch his “magic stick” and it makes me very uncomfortable. The last time he did it i slapped him right across his face, I didn’t even realize i was doing it while i was. he laughed but i think it was only to prevent things from being awkward. I asked Lynne what she thought i should do, and she told me to leave him. “I seen his kind before. I can notice them from a while away. They seem like there the whole package, handsome, charming, and willing to wait…if he was willing to wait he wouldn’t be testing your boundaries.” “I understand what your’e saying but you don’t know him. You can’t judge him off of your past experiences.” “Gen i love you, i only have your best interest at heart and I’m tellen you this boy is no good.” Ofcourse i ignored what she said and continued to see J. I started talking to some of my “friends” about him, and they told me the only way to keep someone like J. is to please him, and that as his girl i should want to please him. I loved J. so if i knew i was going to make him happy, i would do it. This time when we were on the couch and he started feeling me up, i let him. I was real agressive, i even took off his shirt for him and unbuckled his pants. His face had shock and astonishment written all over. And he kept asking me if this is really what i want. I put my finger over his lip and silenced him. The more he asked me that i might have actually came to my senses. When all was said and done, he whispered i love you and placed me in his arms, where i fit perfectly. The next day when i got to school everyone was looking at me differently. Girls were whispering and boys were licking their lips at me. It’s not that this wasn’t normal, but this time it was different. I almost fealt like people knew about what happened last night. It could by my inner conscience, but i could be wrong. I decided to tell Lynne. I met her at her house and told her everything that happened. She thought i was extremely stupid and was soo dissapointed with me. Then that’s when she slapped me. In my mind i blacked out and backhanded her, and without knowing my own strength she fell down the stairs outside of her apartment. I rushed to her and cried and pleaded for her to say something, anything, so i knew she was conscious. She said nothing so i dialed 911 as fast as i could. When dialing the police my biggest fear wouldn’t be that i would be arrested, my biggest fear would be that i would never get to see Lynne again. The seconds felt like hours as i was waiting in the waiting room on an update on Lynne’s condition. The nurse walked in and I immediately knew it was bad news through her body language. “Gen I am soo sorry that i have to be the one to tell you this, but Rosalynne did not survive her injuries”. “She’s d-“. “She’s gone.” “I did this. I did this to her. Nurse Kelly call the police and have them lock me up.” “Genisis you are not responsible at all. Rosalynne was already in critcial condition. We ran some bloodwork and realized a frequent history of vessels popping inside of her which seemed like a warning sign for stroke. Today the vessel actually popped inside of her brain which is called an annurism.” “Nurse Kelly, you don’t understand, I’m the reason Lynne fell in the first place, if she hadn’t fell she’d still be here”. “Not necessarily Gen, you can get an annurism while your sleep, driving, reading a book…”. “Or falling down stairs because of your selfish, stupid niece”. “Gen, no matter what, know that you are in no way responsible for this. I am a medical professional. Trust me.”. I didn’t care what Nurse Kelly had to say. I felt in every way possible responsible for Lynne’s death and i will never forgive myself for it. Lynne was my other half. We had our own language, jokes, and she was the only person besides me that I could count on to know the choreography of every music video. I loved Lynne soo much. She wasn’t just my aunt, she was my Bestfriend, my only friend. How can the verdict read not guilty when ther’es blood all over my hands?