the new girl » sam wilkinson [completed]

nine

I put on a light pink sweater, spandex and grey socks that go up past my knees.

Lia texted me saying that she might be here tonight, so I was just going to lay low, and hang at home.

I hear a knock at the door, and slowly and lazily make my way down there, fixing my messy fishtail braid.

I open the door to see Sammy. "Hey." I smile, he smiles back "nice outfit." He smirks and I just blush and look at the floor, not wanting to be a bitch, and yell at him, for the next thing that would come if he was Dylon, was sex.

I move aside for him to get in.

He walks inside and follows me into my room.

I go and lay down on my bed, he lays down next to me. "Tell me about your ex." He says and I look up at him.

"Dylon?"

"If he's the one your sister was talking about."

"Oh, well, um." I pause and decide I'll just tell him the whole story.

"When my dad died, my whole family got depressed, but I think it hit me the hardest. I knew I had to try and be happy, for that is what my dad would want. When he died I was only 13, so when I turned 15 I got a boyfriend; Dylon. He made me feel happy. like there was no worry in the world. Like I wasn't ring bullied at school. Made me forget I had anxiety. Made me forget I had social anxiety. He made me feel like my life was worth living. He made me feel beautiful. and then came when I turned 16, note he's 2 years older then me, he decided that it's okay for him to drag me out to parties with him. At first I didn't mind. But he started to get to many drinks, drink after drink, he got hornier and hornier. things led to the next and I'm in a bedroom being raped. The next day, he came over and abused me. Threw a lamp at me and a beer bottle. He started calling me ugly, fat, whore slut, ect. So, then he made me depressed, he didn't make my like feel worth living. He made me remember I have anxiety. He made me remember I have social anxiety. He makes me hate myself. He made me remember I get bullied. He makes me want to be with my dad." I whisper at the last part and turn to Sammy's chest, and cry.

"Shh." He says rubbing my back. "Wait," I look up at him. "This douchebag raped you? And abused you?" I nod yes.

I pull up my sweater to show my bruised stomach, and my bruised back, and a few that were on my legs and neck. "He tried stabbing me in the neck." I say quietly.

"Shit, Destine." He says before pulling me into a tight hug. "Okay, I have to go, my girlfriend needs me, but you call me whenever okay?"

I just nod.

He has a girlfriend.

Of course he does.

He's the definition of a perfect boyfriend.

"You alright?" He asked turning around and looking at me.

"Y-yeah." I say looking at my hands.

He comes over and kisses my forehead before running out of my room.

Right when I was gaining feeling again, and when I just let him in, he leaves.

I cant let people in anymore.

Everything just comes tumbling down on me, right as something good happens.

I sigh and turn off my phone, and wait for Lia to come.

She should be here shortly, and then I could tell her everything.

And that's exactly what I need to do; talk, and let everything out.

But not to Lia.

I need to tell Sammy.

But he wouldn't give a shit.

He has a girlfriend.