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Chapter 32

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Al asked from her seat on my bed.

I obviously told Sam, Al, and Chris about what happened. I said I didn't want to talk about it but they deserved to know. Ever since I mentioned in on Monday, it had yet to be brought up. That was until today.

There was a small get together on the beach tonight since CT was having one of it's odd 'flash summer weather in winter' weeks and I wanted to go like everyone else. I wouldn't call it a party because it's not like everyone was invited, it was more of a get together..... but there would be alcohol and other party activities.

I had started up practice again today. It went well and I was glad to be back. Granted, my vagina was still a little sore when I moved certain ways but it was mostly back to normal. The bruising on my throat was still strong but it only hurt occasionally. My wounds had been healing quite well and I was lucky that they weren't too bad. Don't get me wrong, they sucked, but it could have been a lot worse.

I put the eyeshadow brush down on my dresser and spun my face to Al, who was looking at me hesitantly. "Yes. I am sure. Stop babying me." I couldn't help but snap and turned back around. After a second I realized what I had said and exhaled before turning around and meeting her eyes through the mirror. "Sorry.....I just....hate that people keep worrying about me. I want to be seen as normal me for the first time in a week. Besides, it's outside. If I get claustrophobic or anxious, I walk away."

"It's okay." She whispered. "I just want you to be alright."

"I know." I responded softly and looked down at my dresser. "But I just want to be 'Sylvia, that girl who plays lacrosse' not 'that girl who got raped'. I feel like that's all you guys think about now. Just forget about it." I whispered back.

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The sun was set and bonfires lit up the sand where people laughed and danced with each other. Music filled the air of the empty beach, leaving just the group of rowdy teenagers and their alcohol.

I wore a tight pair of black highwaisted ripped jeans with a white tank top tucked in and an army green cropped bomber jacket on top. Al went the more scandalous route with a black crop top that looked more like a sports bra and a pair of black leggings with crisscrossed cut outs on the outside of the leg. She finished it off with a dulled red leather jacket.

Chris, Sam and Finn were here somewhere, but Al came here with me so we could spend time together. She claimed that she saw Chris all the time and she needed some girl time with me.

The two of us made our way to one of the bonfires where people milled around. Al spotted some coolers with alcohol and she grabbed us both a beer. I was defiantly a beer or whisky person. I wasn't into wine, tequila, or vodka. It just wasn't my thing.

I opened my bottle with my keys before clinking the neck with Al's. "To finally getting out of the house." I said happily and took a sip. Al did the same and smiled when the bottle left her lips.

"Well, you would have left the house if it wasn't for that overprotective boyfriend of yours."

I rolled my eyes and shot her a look that told her exactly my thoughts. Either way, I vocalized them to get the point across. "Not my boyfriend. And he's not overprotective. He's just making sure I'm okay. Besides, he laid off. You on the other hand..." I trailed off.

Al bumped my shoulder and nodded her head over her shoulder. "Yes. That's why his eyes have been on you since the second you set foot on the beach."

My eyes left her fire lit body and glanced to my far left where a group of guys chatted animately and laughed while pushing each other around. One of them was laughing and joking around carelessly but his eyes where distracted. They were looking at me.