Hollow Woods ✔

Closest Past

As I sat against a wall outside the school building, I studied my attire and thought about how I would present myself.

I wore a simple black t-shirt with a ram head that looked to be spray painted but wasn't, simple dark blue jeans, black high top converse, and an unzipped black jacket.

I'll be unapproachable. That should tell everyone to fuck off. No one will dare- My thoughts were cut short.

"Are you new around here?" I looked up to see what poor soul dared talk to me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, it's just you seemed rather lonely and it looked like each second you got angrier and angrier." I gave him a confused look, causing him to smile and let out an amused laugh.

"I'm fine." I say coldly, not giving him any more of my emotions.

He sat down right next to me and looked off in the opposite direction. I took this chance to study him. He had curly brown hair and dark green eyes. He wore a nice fitted blue t-shirt with jeans and white converse. The boy also had a messenger bag, just like me, but he had a clean beige while mine was black.

"My name is Dean by the way." He smiled as he turned his head towards me. I quickly looked away in embarrassment, making him laugh again.

He shifted his position, causing his arm to rub against my own. I flinched at his touch, no male has touched me since I left and it just brought back memories that made me want to vomit.

"PTSD? Sorry if I caused you discomfort. If you allow me, I want to help you." He looked kind and trusting but I still glared. "From the looks of it I would guess..." He placed his fingers on his chin, thinking. "You were raped." His smile fell and I looked up at him in shock, How could he know from a simple glance? "Looks like we have that in common." He gave me a weak smile and this time I returned it.

He was raped. Just like me. But at what age? How long has he had to deal with the trauma?

"It's hard." His eyes widened in surprise, I talked to him and it wasn't an insult or a cold-hearted response. "We don't have the pleasure to live life as everyone else, our biggest and greatest treasure was stolen from us. We never got the chance to give it to someone special." I looked down at my shoes and hugged my legs tightly to my chest.

"Maybe we could help each other with that." Dean slowly placed his hand on my shoulder and for once I didn't feel disgusted. I simply nodded my head and we smiled at each other. "Well, that makes us friends." He stood up and stuck out his hand to help me up. I slowly took it and we walked into school as more students began to show up.

Semester 4, Sophomore Year

"Get off." My voice was low and filled with fear.

"Or what baby? You're mine. You basically begged me to fuck you." His hands wandered my body as I tried not to cry and get away from him.

"Please stop." My voice was a whisper but I know he heard me based on the smirk I felt as he kissed me neck. I was shaking, this can't be happening again! I left that life! I closed my eyes and hoped that this would all be over soon.

A loud smash next to my ear caused me to open my eyes. My attacker's face was in the locker next to me, I followed the hand that was still pushing Adam's face into the locker. It was Dean and he had the most pissed off expression on his face. With his other hand, Dean pulled me into his arms and started to comfort me. I let out all the tears I was holding back the entire time. We walked out of the locker room and he walked me towards the main gate where Sophia was waiting to pick us up.

"Holy shit! Is she ok? What happened?" Sophia shot out of her car and rushed towards us, helping Dean in comforting me.

"Some student tried to have his way with her." Dean said sadly as he pulled me closer to him, placing his chin on my head.