Soooo close to the end now youngstaaaa's :D sooo excited. Unfortunately I'm not posting the last chapter on today because then I'll forget to tell you about that thing which I can't tell you about just now, but I will tell you soon, as soon as I'm actually done doing the thing which I cannot speak of for reasons which you can also not know about. Sorry xD

But don't worry, cuz I'm reeeeally close to finishing doing the thing that I mentioned, so it won't be long.

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This chapter is also rewritten btw.

Chapter 27 - Struggles

We told mum and Amie a few days after I got out the hospital. Mum went mental, and A few days after I got out from the hospital, I told everyone the full details. The days following my discharge from the hospital were unbearable. Mum watched me like a hawk 24/7. Amie started to mope about from the gloomy atmosphere and tried her best to take care of me, but I could tell she was struggling. It was too much responsibility for someone her age. I had nightmares every night, flashbacks of the event. Most nights I cried myself to sleep, and I missed a lot of days of school, because I couldn't handle it.

Mum got me a councillor, to help me move past the event. It helped a lot, especially since I had lots of support from my friends and family and boyfriend.

I slipped into the shower, and turned the shower on. The warm water splashed on my skin. It felt so relaxing and luxurious, like I was wrapped in a silky blanket. Manfred was waiting for me downstairs. We were gonna spend the day together, and frankly, I really needed the distraction.

I got out of the shower and pulled my clothes on, feeling edgy and uneasy. I didn't really like to be alone, not since I nearly got murdered and raped. I still had flashbacks now and then, and it was painful to watch me be so weak, and not fighting back. I felt a bit dizzy, thinking about it. I let myself slump to the floor.

"Summer?" A voice distantly called out from outside my room.

"Are you alright? Summer? Summer, can you hear me?" The voice echoed.

"I'm coming in now." The voice was so muffled, that I could barely make out what it had said. The door creaked open, and I heard the stifled sound of footsteps rushing to my side.

Then a pair of hands was around me, pulling at my waist. The shock of it made me snap open my eyes in alarm.

"Summer, what the hell happened?"

I screamed and yelled out for help, whilst kicking and trying the pry the hands loose from my waist and struggled to wriggle free from their grasp. All the while, the person was trying to contain me and calm me down. They pinned my hands to the sides. My voice hurt from screaming so loudly and I was tired from crying so much, yet I still fought back. I became aware of another frantic pair of footsteps run into the room, to see what all the commotion was about.

I was in my mother's arms. I turned my head to the other figure. The one I thought was attacking me earlier. It was Manfred. He leant against the door, looking at the floor, with a look of concern and guilt. He looked pretty shocked and shaken up. He didn't look up at all, as I continued to stare at him, whilst my mother stroked my hair and soothed me.

Finally, Manfred got up as quickly as possible and leaped out the room, without giving me a second glance. I looked back down with guilt. I must've really shocked him. He didn't expect his girlfriend to be kicking and screaming at him, thinking he was some kind of attacker. He was probably disgusted with me.

"I t-thought he was him…I thought he was gonna kill me."

"Shhh…It's okay, sweetheart. It's not your fault. Your just still shaken up from what happened. He was your friend, and he betrayed your trust and took advantage of your vulnerability. But your safe, Andrew is gone. You don't need to be scared."

Manfred's POV:

It was hard, watching her go through all that. Sure, she got help and everything, and all the support from her family and friends, but she still got nightmares. Where she had to endure the pain and relive the events of that night.

It's bad enough to watch your girlfriend go through all that, but to know that you can't do anything to save her all this pain was just plain torture.

The way she was desperately trying to pry my hands loose from her, how she was kicking and screaming and wriggling free. I had never seen her like that and it shocked me, it scared me.

That night changed her whole life. It changed all our lives. To be betrayed by someone is bad, but to be betrayed by someone you considered a very close friend, is horrible. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't trust any of us anymore.

She didn't really talk much during the first few weeks. She wasn't at school very much and on the rare days she was at school, it was like she was some kind of ghost. She tried to convince everyone she was coping, but I could see right through her weak smiles and attempted positive attitude. She was clearly not coping.

She hated being alone, I figured that out. But she would always be haunted by him. She still thought he was after her.

How much I wished that there were something I could do to make her realise he was long gone. He wasn't coming back. Ever.

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