Not My Type || a.c.m.

• Prologue •

Why do fucked-up things always happen to innocent people? Maybe that's why I'm this way.

When I was five years old, I remember clearly my mom always warn me before she left for work to never let anyone touch me inappropriately. I didn't know what she meant by that age until she once left me with our neighbor since the regular babysitter canceled on us.

His name was Christopher, he looked about my dad's age maybe a little bit younger. He was always so nice, but always wanted something in return. I don't remember exactly what he would do to me and he'll tell me not to tell anyone, that it was a secret.

At the age of ten, I would tell him to stop when he tried to touch my leg close to my private part at dinner. I told him I was going to tell my mom and he threatened to put my mom in jail for being in the United States illegally.

Tears escaped my eyes when he wanted to take my mom away. I love her even though she's always away for work. I understood why, it was for me.

Right when I turned twelve, my mom walked in on him telling me to take off my clothes. She immediately got him arrested and nothing was done to her like Christopher had said.

I had to go to therapy almost all junior high (6th - 8th grade), every Monday, Thursday and Saturdays. From 5-7 pm. They'll tell me I wasn't emotionally stable.

Going to the doctors was the worst, especially when it was a male doctor. The first time that I went after what happened they wanted to check down there to see if I had something bad from Christopher even though he never went all the way with me. I cried so much and a lot of nurses had to come in to hold me down and the doctor kept telling me he wasn't going to hurt me, but that's exactly what he would tell me. What hurt the most was hearing my mom cry at night, blaming herself for everything that happen.

Everything seemed to get a little better in sophomore year in high school. I went to my first high school party.

It started as an experiment, everyone likes to try something new. Who wouldn't? Sometimes it goes good other times it doesn't.

Sophomore year - November 16, 2016

Imagine being in a room full of unknown faces, smoke and sex in the air. Nothing, but people wanting to have a good time. Being alone because my suppose "friends" all left to go play a party favorite of beer pong.

On this Saturday night was when I met Sophia Grace. Pretty cliché that I met her here like any other love story. While I was still standing alone with a mix cup of vodka in hand she came up to me all smiles and drunk.

"Hey what are you doing alone?" She dragged me with her to the living room area, "come and have fun."

"I don't really feel like being here right now." I stopped her and put down my unfinished drink.

"Well then let's go upstairs," she seemed to come down a bit and smiled sincerely at me, "let's get to know each other, pretty girl." I had just noticed the way she was dressed similar to me, but her light brown hair made her stand out.

Once we made it to a room she sat down and pulled me next to her, "what's your name?" Tingles ran up my spine when she touched my arm with her finger tips up and down.

"Cora."

"That's such a pretty name!" She (I think) unintentionally just put her hand in my thigh, "I'm Sophia, but you can call me Soph." Her shiny teeth shined in the dull light in the room.

"Well Soph," I smiled shyly, "it was nice meeting you." I tried to pull away, but she stopped me.

"What's the rush?" She pulled my hair back and smiled lightly, "you're really pretty, you know that?"

"And you're pretty drunk, do you know that?"

She stared more at me and then glanced from my eyes to my lips and again. I was getting lost in her pretty brown eyes until she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. My eyes grew wide and I pushed her away not harshly, but to be able to get her to stop.

"Woah, um I-I'm-" Stuttering was not really helping the situation right now.

"Oh my, I thought you-" she covered her mouth shocked.

"I'm so s-sorry-" I felt the need to apologize, I think I made her think that I was you know... But I won't deny that I liked it.

"No, I'm sorry."

"Let's take it slow."

"So you're gay?" Sophia wanted a confirmation.

"I don't know. Maybe?"

"I guess we'll have to find out."

From there on we started as friends, best friends and ended up being together.
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Authors Note: What do you guys think so far? Austin will be in the next chapter btw.