Far From Perfect [1]

I pulled away from Corey, and looked him in the eye. He looked as shocked as I felt. I turned to Massie, and she stormed off. Once we new she was gone for good, we both took a step back.
"Thanks." Corey said after an akward silence.
"Don't talk to me!" I yelled, and I brushed past him and stomped out of the park in an angry rage.
I pushed the frontdoor to my house open, and my mom and Mrs.Lane were still siting there. I made them both jump, and they turned around and stared at me.
"Wheres Corey?" My mom asked.
I bit the insides of my cheeks. "He had to go get his sketchbook." I lied.
"You seem angry." Mrs.Lane said.
"I just hurt my toe. When Corey comes send him to my room please." I said and I smiled.
I ran up the stairs and violently opened my window. "Corey!" I said, just loud enough for him to hear me if he was inhis room.
He walked over to the window. "Please come over here and bring you sketchbook. Tell my mom you forgot it and thats why you had to go home. Then walk into my room." I said.
"Why?" He asked.
"My mom. Now hurry!" I yelled, and I slamed the window shut.
I walked over to my sketchbook and ripped the picture of him in half. I layed on my bed and fought the urge to cry. I grabed my ipod and turned so I was curled into a ball and stareing at the wall. I absentmindedly traced my scars with my fingure. I felt someone sit on the bed, and they took my ipod away.
Coreys hand gently grabbed mine, and he countinued traceing the scars with my hand. "Why?" He asked in a whisper.
"It makes me feel better. I have notheing else. No body to talk to." I whispred back.
"You have me." He whispred.
A tear fell from my eye. The first of many. He layed next to me and held me in his arms as I cryed. Once I stopped, I was starting to shiver, so he held me closer. After about twenty minutes of just laying in his arms I stopped crying and shivering, and I was back o normal. My eyes were starting to close. He let me go, and stood up.
I reached out and grabbed his hand. I opened my eyes and looked into his. They were a mixture of confusion, and concern.
"Don't leave." I whispred.
He sat down. I sat up. We stared at eachother for a little bit. "You trust me now?" He asked.
"I have to. You didn't tell anyone about my parents. Or my cutting." I said. We both smiled.
"What else could you need to say?" He asked.
"You know how I am so cold to you?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's hard not to." He said.
"Thats because you look like James." I said. He looked at me with a look that said 'What are you on?' "My ex."
"Oh. The one that stole something." He said.
"Yes. One night he came into my room and he was really drunk. My parents were out at a bar, so it was just us. He kept on trying to get me to have sex with him, but I refused. And he started to get mad, so he raped me. And the next day I caught him swaping spit with my ex bestfriend." I said.
"Oh. Im sorry. I didn't know." He whispred.
"And when I kissed you, I got scared. The last person I kissed hurt me in a way no person ever hurt me before." I said in a whisper.
"Emily." Corey said. He took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. "I would never hurt you." He said. He shook his head and smiled a sad smile.
"Do you promis?" I asked.
He held out a pinky. "I promis."
I laghed and hugged him.
"So, are we friends now?" He asked, hugging me back.
"I think so." I said. I pulled away and laghed. I wiped the last few tears and smiled.