Let's recap me -
My names Lana Evans, I'm now seventeen years old.
I was raped at the age of fourteen by Adrien Cook, one of the resident fuckboys at my high school.
I suffer from depression and my self esteem is about as bad as my anxiety if not worse.
I have mid length orange hair, freckles all over my body and crystal blue eyes.
I have thighs that touch and I have a flat stomach but despite the fact that I eat one meal a day which is dinner, even then it's not a lot and I only do it so mum doesn't worry.
I know that I'm not fat but that doesn't change the fact that I'm
ugly and I know it.
I get bullied everyday, the list of names I get called is as long as the extension the fake popular bitches wear.
I'm not weak but when a group of about six girls come at you with fake nails. I ended up with a fair few bruises and a split lip.
I walked right into my mum and she didn't care that I was all beaten up, not that I minded.
I have all the social media and all the bullies on it just to keep up with what they put up about me.
You know how people say that if you ignore them they'll get bored. They don't, me not reacting gives the more fuel I swear.
I mentioned Adrien Fuckface Cook before yeah he is one of many fuck boys but he really stands out, when I was sixteen he told everyone "I begged him to fuck me on the weekend, in the hope of being popular" really didn't happen.
The nicest person in my life other than my best friend Steph is Ryan Cloon but even then he is still part of the mean gang that bully me everyday at school and at home but with every tease he is the one who just stands there and agrees, never said a bad word to me and I thank him for that.
My best friend Steph she's stunning tan and skinny, dark brown hair with brilliant green eyes. The kindest and most down to earth girl I've ever met also the strongest.
My mum well she's a narcissistic asshole, so was my dad though if I'm honest I think I'll be happier when my mum leaves too, then I won't have to put up with her bullshit.
My birthday month my brother died, I was raped and my dad took my sister and left, I felt like I died and to this day I realise that everything I thought I knew about my self was gone.
What made me... me didn't make me, me anymore.
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The Bad Boy Saved Me
Fantasy'I could feel it. Every touch, every kiss, every moaned that he pressed against my body. I felt it. The harder he thrusted the more silent tears would run down beside my eyes' With the memories of Lana's haunting her every move, will one unexpected...
