Rianas POV
One of my favorite memories is from when I was really young like 5 or 6 and my granddaddy would take me and my best friends in the back of the pickup truck and would drive us through the park and in different neighborhoods around Christmas time and we would look at all the lights. It was one of the things that made me really happy. We would sit wrapped in blankets drinking hot chocolate and giggling and hugging for warmth. My grandpa said that when I turned 8 I stopped going... he said he would ask me every year and I would usually turn him down. The whole reason I stopped going was... after we would take my friend Olive home I would stay the night... her 17 year old brother raped me... every time... I was to scared to go over there and I never told anyone... Olive just always came over to my house after that. Her brother... he kept trying to talk to me at our talent show last year when Olive and I danced. He kept trying to hug me. I cried that night...
like every night
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Teen FictionA girl struggles with depression until she finally finds out someone has loved her all along.
