YouTube's Princess (Westheeditor)

Stephanie

I walked out of Wes' room the next morning to see his beautiful ex girlfriend sitting at the table. The room was completely quiet and I was okay with that. Nothing in me wanted to make a noise. It was as if my voice was trapped behind a wall that blocked me from making any noise, but I was okay with being quiet. I was okay with being nonexistent for once. I didn't want to talk.

All eyes turned to look at me and I stared at the blonde girl, "I'm sorry about your sister." My heart hurt. I felt it pounding in my chest at a hundred beats per minute, "I really wish I could have helped her," she said with a smile, "I can help you now if you'll let me."

I didn't need help. Her being here made me angry. She couldn't help me. She couldn't erase the past. All she could do was help me try to forgive and forget, but you can never really do that! The pain is always there. The memories are a constant reminder. The past can never be forgotten. The images and sounds are engraved into the back of my mind. I can still feel every horrible motion. When I shut my eyes I remember every horrible little thing that took place. She couldn't make that stop. All she could do was suppress my feelings. I tried that already and now I'm here, abused again by the same man.

"Steph, are you alright?" Joven asked me cautiously as he stood over the stove, cooking breakfast. It was a simple question with a complex answer. I was content, but I wasn't okay. I have never been okay. Singing, dancing, playing, it was an escape from the mess. Now I am back in the whirl of depression that I thought I had triumphed through.

I didn't say anything. I didn't want to. I didn't need to. I walked back into Wes' room and fell onto the bed. When I started to cry I shoved my face into the pillow and covered myself with the blanket. Nothing could make me feel better.

My head was pounding. I heard the door open, but stayed hidden under the blanket, "Steph-" I heard Wes say. I felt him climbing onto the bed, but my eyes were tightly closed, "Can I lay here with you?" He asked. I didn't respond, but he slid under the covers and laid behind my back.

"I'm sorry about your sister," he said hesitantly and I heard his voice crack, "I'm sorry I didn't come check on you earlier. I probably could have stopped him."

I was glad that he hadn't came. My father would have killed him or tied him up and forced him to watch. I'm glad he wasn't there to see any of it. I didn't move. I stayed completely still as he wiggled in the bed next to me, wrapping his strong arms firmly around me.

We laid there quietly for what seemed like hours until I finally glanced over my shoulder to see him sleeping on his side, facing me. I turned to face him and cautiously moved forward. I scooted close enough to where my arms could wrap around him and he took a deep breath. He adjusted his position and wrapped his arms around me a bit tighter. I rested my head close to his chest and shut my eyes.

I wanted nothing more.