Kaylas POV
I was at the therapists office for the first time. I was sitting with my mom and holding her hand. She squeezed my hand tightly, trying to comfort me. Then, I started to get memories of why I was there.
I started picturing me screaming and crying. I was fighting and trying to push him off me, but he was way too strong.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I said.
I noticed this boy staring at me. He looked like he was about seventeen.
I looked at him awkwardly. He just smirked. I got a weird feeling in my gut, so I quickly looked away.
I walked to the bathroom mirror and looked at the bruse on my face. Luckily, I can cover it up with my hair.
The door opened, so I quickly let go of my hair. It was the boy who was staring at me. I gasped. He walked up to me, and I took a step back.
"Why are you walking away?" he asked. He got closer to me, "Huh baby girl?"
"W-what are you doing?" I asked. He pinned me against the wall.
I moved to try to escape, but he held my arms. His face was so close. I kept twitching and trying to escape. I was accidentally rubbing against his dick. He smirked at me.
I stopped and looked at him. He was looking at me in sin, while my eyes were watering.
Then he started kissing me. I started crying. His hands slid from my hands to my waist.
His hands started to pull my pants down. He stopped kissing me for a second, and I caught my breath. I took that opportunity to punch him in his face.
"Ah, dawn bitch," He said covering his face. My hands were shaking.
I think my punch turned him on even more because he just smirked at me. He caressed his hand through my hair.
"You're cute," He scoffed. He kissed me on my forehead. Then he walked off. Then I fell to the ground and started to burry my face into my knees to cry.
My mom and my therapist came in. "Kayla, we've been waiting for-." Then my therapist said,"Shh, and signaled her to leave.
She came to sat by me and told me her name was Kathrine. She tried to get me to talk to her, but I told her, "No, I don't want to talk." Then she said, "In therapy, we have to talk about things we don't- ." "No!"
I went in th bathroom stall. Then she knocked on the door, "You know you can't hide forever." Then I said, "And I don't plan on doing so."
I open the blinds and then open the window. I look down at my probability of survival. I'd never realized how tall a two story building was.
I walked out of the bathroom stall. Then Katherine starts to talk, "Y-." Then I say, "I don't care."
Then she sighed, "Please just listen for a minute." I muttered, "Fine."
"Kayla, during therapy, we have to talk about some things that we don't feel comfortable with talking about." Let's start with this, "How was your day."
Then I started to break down and cry. I wasn't about to tell her what happened. I didn't need any more of this type of drama in my life.
I just didn't know what to say at this point. I just told her I was sorry, and that I was thinking about my trauma all day, and I couldn't concentrate in school.
Soon, our time was up, thank God.
