Some of us can begin to heal the damage people have done to us by escaping the situation, but some of us need more than that. Tattoos make statements that need to be made. Or hide things that are no one’s business. Your scars are battle wounds, but you don’t see them that way. Yet.

Say stop, whenever you want to stop. Understand?" I nodded. "Do you want to stop now?" My head moved back and forth to the pillow. "Thank God.

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.

Testing her sexuality, she thinks she's caught a beautiful fish, when in reality, she's netted a shark.

Jackie?" "It wasn't your fault.

I'm trying to protect you. From myself. I don't do..." he swung a finger back and forth between us"...this.