The Distance

Chapter 1- The incident

                  ~text conversation~
Me:Hey, you wanna go to a football game tomorrow? If we're lucky we might run into James and his new girlfriend.

Maria:Sure, but only if we can secretly take pictures of James and send them to him. Ya know to be weird.

Me:haha sounds like a plan. See you tomorrow around 6:30.

                   ~end of text conversation ~

You're probably wondering what's going on, and who James and Maria are. Let me explain. My name is Brook Hazelette, Brook is short for Brooklyn if you wanted to know. I'm 15 years old, and I live in Ohio. I have two older brothers, Issac and Josh, who are both 17.
We all live with my dad in Ohio, because our mom had to move to Florida for her job as a seashell collector or whatever. I've never been very close to my mom, I guess I've always been closer to my brothers instead of my parents. We live in a small town, we are very big on sports and other after school type activities. Maria is one of my best friends, I consider her as my sister.

James is this guy friend of mine, who I met when I started junior high. We are still pretty good friends to this day. James and I would've become better friends if I hadn't ruined it a couple years ago by telling him I had a crush on him. I don't have a crush on him anymore, I was finally able to get that message across, or else we wouldn't really be friends anymore.

Oh! There's one other thing you should know about me. I hate being touched, unless I really trust you. Even if I do trust you I probably would still hate being touched. It's part of my PTSD. PTSD stands for post traumatic stress disorder. I developed PTSD after an incident that happened two years ago.

When I was 13, I was in a relationship with this really sweet and charming guy. His name was Owen. Now I'm not gonna lie, for a 13 year old I was pretty fucking kinky. I was probably the most freaky 13 year old around. One night Owen and I were hanging out at his house, alone. Being the kinky 13 year old I was I had the most brilliant fucking idea ever. I told him to handcuff me to the headboard of his bed and tease me.

I never wanted it turn into anything more than that. I even told him that I wasn't comfortable going further, especially because I was a virgin. Owen didn't listen. I begged him to stop, but he didn't care. The worst part was that he didn't use protection. You can probably guess what happened. If you guessed I got pregnant, you would be right.
I was too scared to tell anybody. So I found some pills in my dads medicine cabinet that stated "do not take if you are pregnant." That was enough to make me take them. In fact, I took a whole handful. Later that night all that was coming out of me was blood. I looked it up, that's a sign of the death of a baby that has not yet been born. Sure it was sad to kill my baby, but I was not going to be a pregnant 13 year old that was fertilized by somebody who raped me.
Long story short, that's where my PTSD came from. I'm a lot better now, but I still hate being touched.