"Anastasia Anastasia! Wake up!" I open my eyes to Shayla leaning over me in tears.
I begin to cry, so hard I don't know how she got Lewis's name out of it.
I just lay there curled up in my tears and a shame of what just happened. I begin to think how stupid I am for giving permission to James, and for trusting him with something like this.
Lewis runs in and hits his knees to the ground, he just sits there lost in his words. He begins to cry.
"Ana what happened? Who did this to you?"
L-Lewis I-I just wanna go home! Please!
"Aww baby who did this to you please tell me."
I couldn't talk anymore, I couldn't cry anymore. I just laid there. Stuck.
Lewis picked me up and put me in my car. He drove us to Shayla's, where I cried and cried in her arms. She asked what happened, who did it. But I could never tell.
I wake up the next morning, barely able to get out of bed. I knew I had to though, because the scent of beer lingered on my clothes and my body full of cologne that was sweated off of their body on to mine. I'm afraid to look in the mirror. I have to. I need to see what I was put through. The time finally comes and I just stop at the sight. I'm breathless. Wordless.
My right eye was basically swollen shut, I had a busted lip, and grip makes around my neck and chest.
I slowly began to take my clothes off. Revealing all the marks and making it hard to forget what happened. That night will always be unforgettable. I couldn't really move, the way I should be able to. I couldn't even wash my body right because it hurt.
"Ana Lewis is here, when you get out we will be waiting in the living room."
Okay, thanks Shayla.
I get out and run to him. He wraps his arms around me and I finally feel safe. I know that when I'm in his arms no one can hurt me.
"What happened Ana, please tell me!"
I bust out in tears. He picks my chin up.
"Please Ana who ever did this is going to get theirs worse, you should of never been put through this! I shouldn't of let it happen."
No! Stop Lewis it wasn't your fault. I don't want to talk about it anymore. And don't tell mom and dad. For real, I don't want them to know.
"Why they should kn- "
No! They can't! Please Lewis!
"Okay okay, now please tell me who did it."
I can't please just leave it alone.
"Okay but Ana you might want to ice that eye and put make up on all of that. And I'm going to figure out who did this shit to you."
