A Girl Named Ever May

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Ever's POV

I finish putting on my makeup and think of my mothers words as I stare at myself.

Even if there is not a physical scar, there are still tiny invisible ones on your heart.

My mother could not be more right. The most hurtful scars are the ones you can't see, the ones you don't show to most people.

I've never shown anyone mine, I've been so afraid of what they would think of me.

Would they be disgusted? Angry? Would they laugh and make fun of me?

Or would they simply nod and pretend to understand what it's like?

8 years ago I was raped my someone I thought of as a friend, maybe even closer. I never told because I didn't want to be a burden. He's my bothers best friend, I couldn't just break that up.

So for 8 years I've gone around pretending as if nothing happened. Though I did stop talking to Axel and that caused some questioning from Jackson, but I just told him that I didn't want to bother them.

My parents noticed a change in the way I looked at myself and the way I acted, but when they talked to me I just told them it was hormones. They still kept an eye on me, even when they thought I wasn't watching.

I tried dating, I got really close with a boy too. I truly did love him but I couldn't bring myself to have s^x with him, I'm still scarred. We broke up soon after that because I didn't want to explain to him what happened.

It's not like he'd want me anyway.

Not after he found out I wasn't pure.

I snap out of my thoughts when my phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" I say when I pick up the phone.

"Ever? What the hell? I've been waiting out here for ten minutes. If you don't get down here now you'll be late." My best friend Halie says on the other line.

"I'm sorry, I'll be right down." I say before hanging up.

I look at myself in the mirror one more time. My black jeans clung to my curves well, and so did my grey long sleeve shirt. My brown hair reaches the top of my hips and it's slightly wavy. I put on my black healed booties and grab my black purse.

I glance in the mirror one last time and plaster my usual smile on my face.

Time to go face the world.

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"Finally!" Halie says when I enter the car.

"Sorry, it's been a weird morning." I say as I buckle my seatbelt.

"I just hope you realize how many strings I pulled to get you this interview. Chip Ence is not someone you mess with." She says.

I nod. "I know and I appreciate you doing it. Lord knows if I did this by myself I would be waiting tell I'm 80 to get the job."

"Well, once they taste your cooking they might take you when you're 79." She says smiling.

I lightly punch her arm and then focus my attention on the traffic.

After the incident with Axel I became really depressed. I didn't go to school or even leave my bed. But one day my mom asked me if I wanted to help her cook dinner, from that moment on cooking was my escape. I forgot everything when I was cooking in the kitchen.

Halie works for a major magazine company and did a article on Rick's, the restaurant I've been dreaming about working at, a while back. She contacted the head cook, Chip Ence, and asked him if he would give me an interview if she wrote them another amazing article. He was skeptical at first but he knew it would help them even more with business. Rick's is one of the most famous restaurant in Anaheim California and getting a job there is almost impossible. So I really owe Halie for this one.