"I-I'm coming" I say hesitantly.
I started walking then one of the jealous girls trips me up. I put my arms out ready for the impact.
*CRASH*
I rub my eye's looking confused. I look below me to see Larry. As I look around I hear girls whispering.
Girl 1:"Ugh... such a clutz"
Girl 2:"Look she got Larry dirty!"
I couldn't help but run off and cry. As each tear ran down my cheek I remembered the days.... when Mike used to ra pe me, abuse me... the scars I still have.
"Layla!" Larry shouts. "What's wrong?"
"I'm s-sorry" I said. He could Sense the pain in me.
He hugs me tightly "Tell me.."
"Five years ago when me and that boy you saw in the hospital dated...It's my fault!" I cry.
"What's your fault?" He asks.
"It's my fault he... he Raped and hurt me" I cry.
"HE WHAT!?!?" he screams with rage in his eye's. "When I see him. I SWEAR"
"I'It's my fault" I say repetitively.
"No it's not" he reassures me.
He holds onto me as if he was going to lose me, like a baby holding onto a teddy. The feeling of his comfort made me feel safe, secure like he and me were ment to be.
