My friends don’t understand. But then they’re still kids, and they’re jealous. Yeah that’s what it is.
They’re jealous that I’ve got a real boyfriend. A grown up boyfriend, not one of those year 9 saps. Little boys.
His name’s Jake and he’s brilliant. He gets me stuff, party stuff… you know what I mean.
And he got me my phone, none of my friends have got one of these.
And he lets me drink. He loves me so much, he hates it when I even talk to anyone else. That’s how much he cares.
But I do things for him that I wouldn’t do for anyone else.
Last night, I let him and his mates take a picture of me with nothing on.
They’d been asking for ages.
I know Jake won’t let anyone else see it… he’s not like that, I trust him.
And I suppose it’s good to do something in return for everything he does for me, right?
He asked me to have sex with his mate, I don’t really like that kind of thing but Jake does.
And like I said, it’s good to return the favour, I mean fair’s fair.
I said no when he first asked, he didn’t like that.
He shouted at me and stopped talking to me, it was the worst 24 hours of my life.
I thought I’d lost him, so I sent him a picture of me with nothing on and he came back.
It’s because he loves me, that’s why he gets so angry.
And I love him, well, I think I do.
Stop making excuses. You deserve better.
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