It hurt a lot. I still remember the flashbacks from it. All the pain and suffering. No one knew. I hoped no one would find out. I was ashamed because I was raped. I walked up to the studio knowing that no one would be there. I sat on the windowsill and let the tears spill over. If I had not been silent I probably would not have heard the door close. But I did. Great. It's Benson.
"Sam?""
"Hey"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Then why are you crying?"
I stopped talking. Crap. Two choices: suck it up and talk to him or run. I choose the later because I'm funny that way. He saw right through my scheme and grabbed my waist and gave me a hug. It was awkward at first but then I put my head on his shoulder and cried. I cried for what had happened. I cried for the fact I ever let anyone in. I cried for the fact that he was so sweet to me and I was a complete b**** to him. Eventually my tears stopped rolling down my cheeks. He gave me exactly what I needed. Someone to give me comfort. Someone to wrap their arms and hold me tight and pull me in. Some one that will give me hugs, comfort and love. That boy is the exactly the one that can do it. I love him. 3
Short little thing:)