I don't know what's worse, reuniting with Brayden at my lowest point or wishing he wasn't there at all. I knew that brunette guy must have taken advantage of me. The thought of him doing that to me made me feel sick. I wanted to throw up and the terror I felt throughout my body made me want to cry. How could I let this happen? What kind of sicko does this?!
However, what's sicker is that I didn't want to be saved. I didn't deserve to be saved.
So seeing Brayden there like some knight in shining armor made me feel like I was waking up from this hellish nightmare I've placed myself in.
“Macey? Is that really you?" Brayden asked again. I looked at his surprised face and hated how much empathy I saw in his hazel-colored eyes. “Macey…oh my god...."
“Just go away Brayden," I said as I look
