𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀 ↬ she's your basic, molded into the background, type girl. She does everything she can to stay unseen. The only people she can trust are her friends, but they don't even know about all of her trauma. No one does. She's just...
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I close the door and walk over to the mirror. So that I could be alone, I told Asher I needed to use the bathroom. Finally, after a long night, I can just be alone. Granted, it is in Asher's bathroom, so, somewhat alone.
I look in the mirror and wince at myself. I look like a maniac. My mascara is all down my face, my lipstick smeared. My hair is a mess and my eyes look puffy and bloodshot from all the crying.
Great.
Everyone saw me like this. Asher saw me like this. I plop my face into my hands and groan.
What a fucking disastrous night. And now I have to face Asher. At least I'm calmer now. But still, he saw me lose it.
I walk backward and sit down on the floor, leaning against the wall. I'm grateful that Asher gave me a place to stay, but it's just awkward. Maybe if I just stay in here for a little while, Asher will get the message and leave me alone.
A knock comes on the door and I snap my head up. Fuck.
"Allie, are you alright? Can I come in?" His sweet voice comes from outside the door.
I don't answer, I hesitate.
"Yeah, okay, I'm coming in." The door opens, and I see him looking down at me. "Hey," I say, embarrassed. "Hi," he sighs, sitting down across from me. It stays quiet for a minute.
"I guess you want to know what happened, huh." I look down, fidgeting with my fingers.
He shrugs his shoulders. "You can tell me if you want to."
I smile a little. I know he's trying to be calm so that I will stay calm. My smile fades as I consider what to do.
"If I tell you, how do I know that you won't l-" The words leave me are on the tip of my tongue. But I can't say that. No way. "How do I know you won't tell everyone?" I correct myself, tears stinging my eyes as I avoid eye contact.
"You don't. You're just going to have to trust me."
I meet his eyes. He's sincere. But maybe he isn't, I don't know. Anyone can lie and make it look real. "How do I know you won't think I'm disgusting," I say, looking back down.
"Because I could never think you're disgusting."
I smile softly. "I've only known you for like a week," I chuckle lightly.
"Well," he takes in a breath. "I don't think time matters as much as the person you're talking to."
Maybe I am stupid. Or maybe I'm just gullible. Or maybe even I'm just tired of keeping this in. Of lying to everyone. But something in me says I should trust him. Yeah, I don't know him that well. But I feel like I do. What more could I lose?
"I have never told anyone this before. Not my friends, not my dad, no one. I've never even said it out loud before. So you can't tell anyone," I say, my voice wavering. "Please."
