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on my arms, the bruises on my back and the throbbing in my head when she would pull it.
    She doesn’t know what she’s doing, I would tell my thirteen year old self, and she has no idea. It would be fine in the morning. I was sure of it.
    Dad doesn’t respond to my texts. He says that everything will get better. I asked him to please speak to mom but he keeps saying I need to give her time. I’m young so I don’t understand what she is going through.
    I wish he took a bit of time to understand what I was going through.

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    Present Day…
    The next morning, I walked down the hall to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The water was hot and had these multiple showerheads that seemed to work out my sore muscles. I stay in there long enough for steam to fill the bathroom. I step out and wrap my fluffy pink towel around me. I sit on the edge of the tub and take out my shaving creams and razors. I know, its perpetually snowing and raining here in Michigan and I’d probably never wear shorts again but who knows what might happen.
    I should have really taken that last statement as a sign because all of a sudden the bathroom door opens and a shirtless Aiden stumbles in. He looks at me and mumbles “morning” and goes to pee in the toilet.
    Now, here’s the thing, I know that we all need to pee and do the basic hygienic necessities but Holy Hell, I never expected to be sitting on a bathtub with just a towel while my hot as sin roommate pees in the toilet. I concentrate on shaving my legs and Aiden continues doing whatever he’s doing.
    He’s at the mirror washing his face when he finally notices me. “What the…?”
    “Morning, roomie,” I grinned.
    Aide watches with me with his mouth dropped open, his eyes trail down my towel clad body setting my skin on fire. “Uh, Hey. I’m sorry I…”
    I wave him off with my razor. “I’m covered up. It’s cool.”
    Aiden turned around and leaned against the sink. “You are different.”
    “Good different or bad different?” I asked even though I really didn’t care about the answer.
    “Jury is still out on that. Most girls would freak if a guy walked in here while they were shaving, let alone continue shaving while he offloaded in the toilet.”
    I laughed. “I have this weird habit of having to remind people that I am not most girls.”
    I rinsed of the excess cream and moisture and grab my stuff, before walking out the bathroom I leaned in and stared into his bright blue beautiful eyes. “I am different.”
    Hair styled in loose waves, eye-liner thick enough to bring out my green eyes, lips raspberry red and clothes; long-sleeved printed t-shirt, tight jeans, black leather jacket and flat-boots. I was ready for my first day of college.

Chapter Four
     
    Michigan Tech looked beautiful. I had fallen in love with it while searching the net for places to go. I knew there were so many other cities or countries I could have chosen. There was just something about a town so far away from SA and continuously drenched in snow and cold weather that appealed to me. No, I’m not secretly a vampire.
    I had enough credits from highschool and from a one year computer course in a college campus that allowed me to enrol for their marketing and information systems programme. I quickly figured out that they hosted each of their faculties in separate buildings, ironically mine happened to be a quick walk away from Kingston.
    According to a very bubbly blonde there were thirteen fraternities and eight sororities. I was approached twice for rush. It seemed so surreal to me because back in SA we didn’t have things like that. Well, not that I’ve seen. Everyone dreamt of the kind of life you saw on Gossip Girl. You didn’t exactly experience it. Although, living in that small town back in SA made me question how much like a soap opera the town was.
    Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful, hell people from the bigger cities would descend upon the town during holiday season. It