I laid down flat on my new bed, in my new house that resides in my new town. I sighed, thinking about the reason I had to move. My mom had insisted on getting me out of that town while the trial was going on. Of course she had to tell the courts where I was going but at least my old gym teacher had no clue as to where I lived. My dad had to say at the old house to be closer to his job. He and mom were pretty excited to be separated for a while; they said it's like dating again. The twins have rooms in both houses. I asked mom how we were able to afford this nice house and she said it was left to her in her parents will. Being an only child she had inherited this house from her folks a while back. Mom was raised in this house. It made me wonder what kinds of mischief she got into as a kid and teen.

My head was spinning, it had been three weeks since the rape and we moved in last week. My stomach felt like it was tying in knots a minute later. I sat up and tried taking deep breaths but couldn't manage to get the feeling of being sick out of my stomach. I willed it away; whenever I throw up I get scared. I lose control over my body and I can't stop it willingly after I have started. I had to scramble into the hallway and made my way to the bathroom. I barely made it before my diner lurched into my throat and into the porcelain bowl. This had just been the start of a really crappy night. After walking out of the bathroom fully showered and in my pajamas my mother entered my room.

"Hey honey, how are you feeling?" My mother asked, her birth name is Lena but I never have ever called her by it. I have ever only called her mom or mommy through my whole life.

"Really bad, I threw up earlier and my head is spinning right now." I groaned cuddling under my sheets and burrowing my head into the pillow.

"Aww, honey I bet it's just nerves. You are going to your new school tomorrow and I know you get nervous around a lot of people. If you can't make it through the day after you take your nervousness pills call me okay, I will pull you out for the day." Mom spoke softly to me. She lay down on my double bed beside me. I poked my heat out of the blankets to look at her.

"What if I can't do it?" I asked tears welling in my eyes she wrapped her arms around me. I flinched before she even got half way there but I knew she wouldn't hurt me. "What if they are just like him?"

"Honey they won't be, they are not pedophiles who want nothing but unwilling sex from kids." She spoke running her hands through my hair. That simple action has always lulled into relaxation ever since I was a kid. "They don't have to know what happened baby; you don't have to tell them."

"But what they pick on me anyway?" I asked my eyes closing unwillingly, she sighed against my hair as she cuddled me to her chest. "Will you stay until I fall asleep?"

"Yeah honey, just rest we will talk tomorrow. Everything will be okay." She spoke into my hair; I could feel her moving slightly before the bedside light turned off. "Good night sweetie." Was the last thing I heard before I passed out?

The dreams still haunted me like they had very other night but tonight I was watching from afar. I could see the pain my body was going through once more but I couldn't feel it. I had to watch my body gets defiled again. After what seemed like hours my eyes finally opened. Light poured through my windows making me squint. I groaned and rolled from my bed, I walked slowly to the bathroom to relieve my bladder of the offensive pressure.

I straitened my hair in the front and spiked the back before lining my eyes with a thin layer of eyeliner. My sister would scoff at me if she were here but I really don't care how I look right now, my stomach lurched again and I found myself hurling into the toilette. My stomach burned as bile flew through my throat.

After brushing my teeth and getting dressed in a tight black shirt and a grey and white checkered zip up sweater. I put my vans on after my black skinny jeans and headed to the kitchen. I proceeded to grab some toast before my mom drove me to school. Yeah I have my license but she insisted.

We pulled into the parking lot and I assured my mother that she didn't need to come in with me. I made my way to the front of the school. It was a large two story brick building. It looked pretty old but held some significance of the old town that surrounded it. I slowly walked up the front steps, kids racing around me and chatting away. I walked through the large double doors and ran face first into someone else. I fell back on my bum trying to catch myself.

"Shit! I'm sorry." I stated as soon as I stood, I offered the person my hand and aided him to his feet.

"Watch where you're going Trip!" He called out after I aided him in standing. I stood there awkwardly not comfortable around people anymore.

"Trip?" I asked confused at what he meant, he smirked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah Trip, as in clumsy." He mocked me I shook my head a smile playing across my face before remembering how uncomfortable I really was around all these people.

"I'm not clumsy; maybe you have the ability to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." I stated lifting my brow a smirk playing on my face.

"Are you new?" He asked looking my body over with a frown. What? What is wrong with how I look? I decided to ignore the look but I still shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah, my names Shay," I said holding out my hand to him; he just looked at it like I was an alien. I felt embarrassment flood through my cheeks as I pulled my hand back. Of course, why would he want to touch someone as dirty as me? I was damaged goods now who would want to be friends with me. "I have got to go, bye." I said before walking down the hall fallowing the arrow signs that read 'Office.' around corners before finally making it to my destination.

Of course I had to get my schedule and the secretary walked me to the door of my first class pointing out a few more along the way. I smiled and thanked her before walking into the class room. The teacher walked looked up surprised that a student was in his room early. I looked at my schedule and read it.

First period: Psychology
Instructor: Frank Nor

The man looked to be in his early forties maybe with shaggy brown hair and a lip piercing just like me. He also had some tattoos along his arms; he wore tight jeans and a button up shirt. He smiled at me from behind the desk.

"You must be Shay Daniels if I am right?" The teacher asked me, he stood and extended his hand. I took it warily and cringed at the thought he is my teacher. What if he is just like 'him'. After the hand shake I made sure to step back a few steps. He watched me intently, confusion clearly readable on his face. "My name is Frank Nor, most students call me Frank some call me Mr. Nor. Feel free to call me either of those." I nodded feeling slightly at ease when some students piled into the room. "Seat number fifteen is free." He spoke looking down at a chart. I thanked him before heading to the desk, the chair connected to it read number fifteen.

After about five minutes kids started to pour into the classroom, the warning bell had rung. I looked around me, students surrounded me. There was an empty desk to my left but I Ignored it. The late bell rang and Mr. Nor started his lecture. A few sentences in he was broken from his speech by the door flying open, a student had bounded into the room. The same kid I ran into earlier. He looked pretty rough at first glance. His hair was strewn about and his snakebites were crooked. His clothes looked somewhat wrinkled as he made his excuse to the teacher before sitting in the desk to my left. I heard kids whisper 'stoner' as he walked by. I could smell something funky on him, it was like a skunk. My nose was being assaulted with this smell when he sat down.

Panic took over my body when my stomach lurched again. I asked Mr. Nor if I could be excused and he told me he would let it slide this time. Bathroom breaks were for before class.

"Do you know where to go?" He asked looking at my face, he looked sort of sorrowful when he saw I looked a little sick. I shook my head. "Leon take Shay to the restroom please, and hurry I don't need him puking in my classroom."

I stood and bolted for the door once outside I looked around I decided to head left but a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to the right. Panic coursed through my body as I turned to look at the culprit. It was that boy again.

"No- no don't touch me," I stammered tears welling in my eyes.

"Cool your jets Trip, I'm just taking you to the bathroom." Leon's voice seamed to melt my panic to a minimum. I resulted to a shaking mess as we walked to the restroom. He stayed outside while I ran in and emptied my stomach, after a while I heard the door to the
bathroom open. "Are you okay in their Trip?" Leon asked knocking on the bathroom stall. I threw up even more at that, my body shaking again.

Once my violent shakes got under control I flushed the toilette and walked out into the bathroom. He watched me with every step, I even saw him staring when I washed my face and grabbed a little bottle of scope out of my backpack. That's when they fell out. My pills rolled all the way across the room to rest at his feet. He bent down and picked them up, he read it and his eyes snapped to me.

"Have you taken these today?" He asked holding up the bottle, I shook my head and stared at him in the mirror. He walked up behind me slowly and I started to shake once more.

"Calm down Trip, why are you so nervous around me?"

"I-I'm- n-not." I stammered out my eyes closed as he brushed his hand across my shoulder
in an attempt to relax me I guess. It made me shake even more. "Please d-don't touch me." His hand was gone the instant I said that. I sat there for a few seconds before opening my tear filled eyes looking directly into the sink. Beside it sat my pills.

"Take your dosage that's probably what's wrong. Do you get nervous in new places?" He asked from across the room once more. I shook my head. "Around people?" I nodded he made a sound that I could only assume was an uncomfortable grunt. "Why?"

"N-no reason." I stuttered opening the bottle and taking out a pill, I leaned down and took a drink of water before swallowing them both.

"Fine don't tell me." He stated before walking to the door. "But you may not want to key in Frank on your emotions, he can read us like open books. Get yourself calmed down you look more like a stoner than I do."