The week after prom was hell. Complete and utter hell. I went with my boyfriend, (ex-boyfriend now) he bought us a hotel room and you can guess what we did. It's what almost every teen does right after. I woke up the next morning, a Saturday, with him getting dressed and about ready to leave. I asked what was going on. He said he got what he wanted and left me there. I was in shock, one he left me with no ride and two he took my virginity and that's all he wanted.

I cried silently while I called up my best friend Lydia Martin.

"Hey Lydia, can you do me a favor?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't hear me crying.

"Of course!, are you crying? What's wrong Rose? What happened?" She asked with concern because I never cry when I know people will hear me.

"I need you to pick me up at the hotel..I'll tell you what happened when you get here."

"I'll be there in an hour, is that okay?"

"That's fine hun."

"See you soon!"

"Alright" I said I hung up and got ready. I looked in the mirror, I looked absolutely terrible. My usually straight gorgeous blonde hair was in a messy bun after having it done for prom. My makeup was smeared from crying, I guess I forgot to take it off. I had bags under my eyes and my eyes were red. I forgot to bring other clothes so I sighed while I picked up the light blue prom dress I had worn that evening. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower hoping to get all the makeup off before Lydia came. My phone vibrated after I was fully dressed, it was a text from Lydia saying she was here.

Having to walk through the hotel still in my prom dress was the beginning of my week in hell. I walked to Lydia's car and saw she brought Jackson with her. Jackson and my ex-boyfriend are best friends, his name is Thomas. I sighed as I got in the backseat. Lydia ended up making me and Jackson switch so she could hug me as I cried and told her what happened. To say Jackson was upset would be an understatement. He was furious. He called Thomas and told him to meet him at his house. As I started to calm down, Lydia started to drive me home.

I live in a four room ranch with my younger brother and my mom. My father left after he started hitting me and my mother. Sometimes I hear my mom crying at night because she's still hurting from it. Thomas was the only one to know what exactly happened, besides Stiles because his dad is the Sheriff. Thomas was also the only one to know that some nights I cut myself because I don't feel good enough to anyone.

I slowly got out of the car and thanked Lydia for taking me home. I walked up to the front door and realized no one was home. I had also forgotten my key on my nightstand. I groaned as I took out my phone to call Scott McCall so he could come over and get me in. He baby sits my brother sometimes so we gave him a spare key. I've been best friends with Scott and Stiles my whole life. I smiled as soon as I heard Scott answer, he can always make me feel better.

"Hey Rose, what's up?" Scott said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Oh not much, locked out. If you're not busy could you come get me and let me in?" I asked, with a hint of teasing because I knew he wasn't busy. It was the end of his freshman year and I was a junior in high school. He said he would and hung up. I just sat down on the steps waiting.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing just sitting outside a house?" A tall guy, who I must say is quite toned, with dark hair and green eyes asked standing next to his car. I jumped as I remembered who it was;

"D-Derek?"

"Rose!?"