But He's My Brothers Bestfriend!

I'm Fine!

It's been two weeks since the party and the accident happened. I have come to grips with what happened and I have dealt with it. At times it still bothers me but when you have the amazing support system that I have everything is easier to deal with.

Now I'm not going to lie walking into school the first time after it happened was torture. Everyone knew what happened. They were either there or word had traveled faster than I thought. The looks they gave me and the things they said all made me relive it over and over again. I even blew up on Becca in the hallway in front of the whole school. It was pretty funny but humiliating all at once.

FLASHBACK
Me and the boys had just pulled up to the school and parked the car. My eyes widened at the people already starting to stare. Katelynn squeezed my shoulder for reassurance and Andrew grabbed my hand and walked me into school.
"Hey!" Nicole chirped and attacked me in a bone crushing hug. She had been blowing up my phone and came by the house to see me a lot. I felt bad that she was so worried about me but I knew I'd be the same way if roles were reversed.

"It's okay love. I'm right here. You ready?" Andrew asked as he was about to open the door. I fidgeted but decided to suck it up and nodded my head. All eyes on me but I kept my composure. 'I can do this. I am strong. One foot in front of the other.' I repeated in my head as we entered the school.
The first part of the day was easier than I thought it would be. No one said anything really except for 'I'm sorry. That guy is a bastard. You okay? How are you feeling?' By lunch time I was ready to go home. I had a headache and honestly didn't feel like being around anyone except for Andrew and my friends.
We were headed to the lunch room when Becca and the bimbos walked up to us with a devilish smirk on her face.
"Well well if it isn't the whore!" She beamed like she had an advantage on me. Her words were like ice dumped over my head.
"You bitch!" Andrew growled with a dark murderous look on his face. I wanted to break down right then but I refused. I wasn't going to give her the upper hand. Not this time. I placed my hand on Andrews chest attempting to calm him down. For the most part it worked.
"What do you want?" I asked not paying her much attention.
"You just can't get enough can you?" She asked me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked completely confused. I had no idea what she was even asking me. Enough of what?
"Andrew wasn't enough you had to go and seduce Josh. You practically threw yourself at him." Becca boasted. Was this bitch crazy?
"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Andrew growled again. I was starting to think that he was going to pop a blood vessel. I wanted to argue but she really wasn't worth the effort. I decided it was time to get him away from her before he did something crazy.
"Andrew don't let her get to you. Let's just go." I spoke calmly. He looked like he was ready to pounce on her but nodded in agreement. We turned around and started walking towards the cafeteria and she spoke again.
"Tell me Emily, did you enjoy it? Did he make you feel dirty? His hands all over you? Did you even think about Andrew at all? About how he would feel? Of course you didn't. Whores normally don't care about anyone but themselves." She spat and I felt my heart break a little but I picked up the pieces.

That was my breaking point. I shoved myself away from Andrew and took long strides until I was right in front of her. I placed both of my hands on her chest and shoved her with all of my might. She wobbled on her high heels backwards and began stumbling before her bimbos caught her.
"Shut the fuck up! You think I asked that creepy bastard to touch me? You think I enjoyed him stripping me down and kissing me all over my body and touching me in places that he had no right to? You think I liked being slapped and slammed into walls? You think I enjoyed yelling for help not knowing if anyone was going to come save me? You think I liked feeling like I was about to be raped? NOOOO! No I didn't. You have no idea what I went through. What it was like going home after that and scrubbing myself in scalding hot water because I felt like I could never rid myself of his touch." I yelled with so much hatred. Regret filled her expressions and I could tell she felt bad but I didn't care. She had no reason to say things that she did.