A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter fifteen

*her perspective*

I refused to sleep, that message scared me. Worse then my usual nights. The memory's had been showering down like crazy today. Soaking me in pain and sweat litterly. I was already out of the house so why not walk around huh? I walked onto the street. Walking down my street was dangerous. It was full of drunk pedofiles. But that's all we could afford. The alley ways where dark and stunk. I offten walked them to clear my mind. Just as I was doing now. I walked down them thinking. The things that had been done to me those dreadful 9 years ago and still haunted my dreams and seemed to be everywhere. I had never really talked about them. I blocked everyone out because it was easier to do rather than just tell everyone what happened. It hurt to much. When Jasper came into my life. When we first met he had dark almost midnight brown hair. Instead of his curly blonde, he had straight hair. Blue eyes. Infact his eyes where ice blue. Like when a sky blue is painted and you shine a flash light through the paper where it is painted, that shining blue. That's what his eyes are like. And they where always so happy. But I could tell they hid pain behind them. Some things had happened. But he over looked them and focused on life now. His lips where amazing he had a full bottom lip like me but his top lip was like smaller then medium but not small. He had always managed to make his way into my thoughts. After knowing that he'd never fall for a messed up girl like me I avoided him. I couldn't fall for him. He was too adorable and lovable to break. And I knew that's what I'd do. But then he came onto me. He invited me into his home and was still nice to me. When I was crying he held me close. It was like nothing I ever felt before. And I missed the feeling. I missed him. The pure compassion. But I didn't want to hurt him but didn't want to let him go. What was I to do? I never had these emotions. They flooded my mind constantly now. And I-

Something erupted my thoughts. A man. A tall man. He had brown hair. Blue eyes. Eyes that showed with cruelty. Pure hatrid. He was strong like he had been working out. Big nose. Big ears. No smile... But a expression that could only be read as hate....

It was Lynn....