Y͞͞o͞͞u͞͞r͞͞ F͞͞o͞͞r͞͞e͞͞v͞͞e͞͞r͞͞ I͞͞s͞͞ A͞͞l͞͞l͞͞ T͞͞h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞ I͞͞ N͞͞e͞͞e͞͞d͞͞...

Chapter 1- A NEW BEGINNING

I lay in the chair. Staring at the blank ceiling lost in my thoughts and trying to ignore my monotone therapist who keeps prying me with his questions.
"Ms. Evans?"
"Y-yeah? What?" I said as I snapped out of my thoughts.
"I said, what do your friends think about your past?" He said.
I gulped at the question.
I never liked to talk about my past. Too much painful memories come flooding back...plus, I don't like pity...I tried telling my friends at my old school...and they all started treating me differently...I just wanted to be treated like nothing ever happened...but every time I tell someone about my past they either pity me or ignore me. So that is why I push people away when they ask me about my past...
"Ms. Evans...you can trust me." he says.
I cringe at those words...those four horrific words...I lost trust a long time ago...
*FLASHBACK*
"No! No! Please stop!" I scream but, no one seems to hear me...
"You can trust me princess! I'm not gonna hurt you...much..." He whispered into my ear. I felt so violated. He started lifting up my shirt. I tried to scream again, but this time he put his hand over my mouth and muffled my scream. I bit his hand. " ouch!? You damn bitch! Come here!" He screams.
I try to make a run for it, but it's too late. He grabs me by my hair and I yelp.
"You're gonna pay for that princess!" He hisses.
He puts a knife to my throat.
"Now if you try to scream or run again. I will slit your thoat, my little whore!"
I but back tears that were stinging my eyes. He slowly slipped his free hand into my pants...help....
*END OF FLASHBACK*
"Ms. Evans?"
Tears were streaming down my face.
"I-I'm fine. C-can I l-leave...please?" I ask, still crying.
"Yes. Just be sure to come back next Tuesday for your appointment."
And with that, I left. I ran...all I did was run. I ran behind a tree and slid down to my knees and started sobbing...why me?...
"M-ms.? Are you ok?" A deep raspy voice asks. Then I feel a firm warm hand on my shoulder. I flinch at the touch of the stranger. I look up to see a guy with long shaggy dark brown hair, 5'8" tall, wearing toms, wearing a shirt that has SWS in big letters on his shirt. "I-I'm fine..." I lie.
"No your not." He replies. Damn how'd he know? He sits down next to me.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"I was in a therapy meeting...and I was asked a personal question about my past..." I truthfully tell him.
"...Oh, I'm sorry. Therapist are annoying bastards that always deprive people about personal issues just so they can earn money. They shouldn't have asked such a personal question to a beautiful girl like you. You don't deserve to be upset." I feel myself blush slightly.
"By the way, my name is Kellin. Kellin Boswick. And you are?..."
"Oh, Alexandria. Alexandria Evans."I reply.
"Wow! What a gorgeous name." I blush again. Damn hormones are horrible today.
*2-hours pass*
"Well, I better get going. My friends are waiting on me."
"Yeah. I gotta go home. I'm past my curfew."
"Would you like a ride?"
"No, I'm fine. I'll manage."
"Ok. We should hang out sometime. May I see your phone for a sec?"
Wtf? My phone what the hell does he want my phone for?
I hand it to him anyway. After a minute he finally hands it back. I look at the screen and it says "кєℓℓιn❤️". What's with the damn heart?
"May I see yours?" I ask.
"Sure."
I do the same. Except I don't add a heart. "Ok. See you later Alex."
"Bye Kellin!"
With the two hours I spent with Kellin, I had learned so much about him. He was the lead singer of the band called Sleeping With Sirens. His full name was Kellin Quinn Boswick. He was originally from Florida. Him and his band are going to warped tour this summer. I told him a few things about myself.
*9:00pm*
I am about to drift off to sleep when my phone buzzes. I unlock it to see that it's Kellin.
From:кєℓℓιn❤️
goodnιgнт aleхandrιa! ѕweeт dreaмѕ.
-хoхo
Wtf? "Xoxo"? What was that for? I brush it off and reply:
To:кєℓℓιn❤️
goodnιgнт ĸellιn.
After it sent I turned my phone off and quickly drifted off to sleep.