Autumn Showers

62-The one where one where I begin telling my story

A:N Trigger warning, mentions of suicidal attempts and idealisations. Please only read if you are okay to do so, I promise that no book is worth your mental health and you are not alone, I'm always here if you need someone to speak with <3

I push my glasses further up the bridge of my nose as I stare blankly at the laptop screen in-front of me.  I slurp on my iced coffee before I lean back against my chair with a loud sigh.

A voice in my head has been nagging me for the past week that it was time.

That I needed to tell my story.

I needed to share my pain and trauma with other women and men, so they would feel okay enough to speak out or know that they aren't alone. 

But it was proving to be impossible, what I went through couldn't be simplified by a few words. I also was afraid I would write something poorly and the message I'm trying share wouldn't be conveyed properly.

I chew my fingernails before I hear a chair scrape against the coffee-shop floor, I wince when I notice an unfamiliar boy sitting across from me. Panic bubbles in my stomach as my heart beats erratically against my chest.

What was with boys thinking that they had the right to be able to sit-across from me and invade my personal bubble without an invitation?

'Hey, you're extremely hot.'

I wrinkle my nose, 'And I'm also extremely not interested.'

He lets out a low whistle, 'Playing hard to get, I like that.'

'I'm not playing anything.'

'It's okay baby, you'll warm up to me. They always do.'

'Don't call me baby.'

He chuckles loudly, 'Okay, you don't like baby, how about princess?'

My jaw locks as the familiar nickname settles into my bones, 'Don't fucking call me that.'

'What can I call you then?'

'Why don't you just call yourself a ride home and leave me alone?'

'Then who will entertain you?'

'I will.'

My panic quickly disintegrates when a familiar pair of hazel eyes bore into mine, I flash him a nervous smile when I notice his face hardening with anger.

'And you might be?'

'Her fucking boyfriend.' 

'Prove it, make-out.'

Disgust runs through my veins the moment I process his words, 'We're not proving anything to you, you fucking pervert.'

The boy barks out a bitter laugh. 'Hey man, I think you need to keep your bitch on a leash.'

I gasp loudly before I raise my fist and connect it into his jaw, I let out a cry of pain as I cradle my hand against my chest. Lucas steps forward before he gingerly holds up my hand, so he can examine it.

'Love.'

'Yeah?'

'Was this the hand that you broke?'

Tears burn the corner of my eyes as I nod before hissing as the pain spikes throughout my arm.

'I think that we need to take you to the emergency room.'

A false laugh leaves my lips, 'N-No, I'm fine.'

'It's really hot which is a sign of a break. Plus, it's swelling up like a fucking balloon.'