I know what you're going to stay- It's been a really long time since I've updated. And my pen name changed. Well, it's been a long, hard year at college. I've changed my major thrice. This story has just slipped through the cracks.

As to why I changed my name, I came out as transgender in January. I couldn't return to my story with the same outlook, which is also why its taken me lo long to continue here.

Also, this is a pretty short update. I just had to get something up.

For those of you are still here, you are awesome!

Disclaimer: I own the story line, nothing else. If I did I would make it go kind of like this...

Chapter 12

I soon became lost in a sea of drugs. We won the tournament, but I began to lose myself. I fuck over Caitlyn, Mitchie fucked me over. I was a mess. But I had found that marijuana was my friend- it made me forget. My parents had no idea, which I found amazing since I was always high. I didn't even try to hide it. I supposed they were to absorbed in their own drama, they didn't even notice me. My parents would spend hours on end screaming at each other, in the end though, it was me who ended up hurt. My father would come into my room around midnight every night and would either beat me or force himself on me. I didn't know which one was better, as both left me bruised and hurt the next day.

I was still playing ball. And since my father never hit my face, my team didn't notice. My coach did notice something was wrong though. I was benched every game I showed up high to. Coach seemed to know when I was high.

I slipped through the rest of the year in a daze. I never touched anything harder than weed, I told myself I was too smart for that. The problem was that I was falling farther and farther beyond help. I stopped talking to Mitchie. She only brought me pain, and I couldn't hold any more pain in my heart. I carried enough on my shoulders, pain I couldn't even begin to accept. To accept it would make it real.

No one noticed what was going on. No one could see the bruises on my abdomen, or the cuts on my thighs. I was lost to the world. I rarely went to school, and my grades suffered for it. I saw my teachers give up on me. They couldn't see what was going on. Parties were there for me, the weed and the alcohol and the women. I was with every girl who would have me. I fucked them into oblivion, then they did the same to me.

Speaking of women, I got with Jennifer often enough. It turned out she didn't live all that far from me, and I would drive to her (or she would drive to me) and we became almost girlfriends. We knew what the other liked in bed, we experimented with harder sex and toys and bondage, and we knew what topics to not bring up in our conversations. While my sex with the other girls was very vanilla, it wasn't bad. However I much enjoyed Jennifer more. We both pitched in to pay for our toys. Most of what we got vibrated, because it was something we both liked. Sometimes, when I was high enough to allow myself to think about it, I thought about Mitchie when I was sleeping with Jennifer or the other girls.

But you don't really need to hear about my sex life, right? Maybe we'll talk about it later.

The only person who stood by me through all of this (aside from Jennifer) was my best friend Harper. Without me telling her, she knew what was happening in the place I called home. She tried to get me to tell someone. I wouldn't cave though, there was no way I could tell anyone. No one could know of my humiliation.

It was Friday. I was at practice with my team when it first happened.

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