I stepped into my small apartment, dropped my purse on the ground and slid down to the floor. Still leaning against the door, I brought my knees up to my chest and let the tears flow. I sqeezed my legs as close to myself as possible, and sobbed uncontrolably. I cried for about half an hour untill I had the strength to move to the couch, the second I was close to the couch, I colapsed and grabbed a pillow to cry into. The familiar ring of the door bell forced me from the couch, I held the pillow, now covered in smeared mascara and eye liner, to my chest. I didnt bother to check to see who it was, and I didnt really care what I looked like. Of course, standing on my porch was Christofer Drew. He didnt ask what was wrong, or say anything, he just wrapped me in his arms and held me. We stayed like that for a while until I felt like talking. I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, sitting on the couch, instead of talking I held onto him again. It took amolst an hour for the tears to finally stop running down my hot cheeks.

"Did I cause this?" He had worry in his voice. I didnt answer at first, just enjoyed having Chris hold me.

"No, Not you..." I said, while looking away so I couldnt see his face.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He said and pulled me closer.

"Not really," He kissed me lightly on my head, "Christofer...?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you ever hurt me?" I turned to look at him and grabbed his hand.

"No!" He leaned up and looked me straight in the eyes, "Never..." At that moment, staring into his eyes, I wanted to kiss him but I mostly just wanted to tell him the truth. I moved my lips closer to his but quickly changed my mind and jumped off the couch. Christofer sat there, looking so confused, I ran toward the book shelf and took out a year book. Sitting back down next to Christofer, I opened up the year book to a page that had a circle around one picture.

"Hes the reason," I said while pointing at the circled picture of a pale guy, with darkened eyes and equally as dark short hair.

"What happened?" The tears came back as I remember that night.

"The 11th grade, there was a party, I thought I could truust him! He lied to me so many times, but for some reason I thought I loved him," I couldnt tell if he could understand me or not becuase of how much I was crying,"I told him no, so many times, but he took something away from me, against my will." I was crying so hard, I could no longer speak so I just laid my head on Christofers shoalder. He still looked like he didnt fully understand what had happened. Eventually I was able to talk again.

"At that stupid party, he pinned me down against my will and...and..." I felt like I was starting to scream, "I had told him no! That I wasnt ready, I was to young..." He held me, so tight, like he would never leet me go. If felt good to tell him what had happened, that I was raped when I was only 17 years old. Hes the first person i have ever told.

"I will never touch you like he did," All I could say in reply was a quiet thank you.