In two weeks, a lot can happen. Mom and dad hired lawyers, to aide in the divorce. Dad, moved out, and took every family photo that had him in it, erasing himself from our lives entirely. Jacob and Millie, began dating two days after we had broken up, and I gave into Will, three different times. I didn't want it to happen, i didn't even think it would end up the way it always did. We were being dumb, forgoing protection for the mercy of each other's body's once. Everytime, I told him never again, and everytime, he called me on it.

I had racked my brain, for a reason why I was so drawn to him, what it was about him that got me off without him lifting a finger. Mom, a well trained physiatrist, enrolled Harper and I in weekly therapy sessions, in an effort to keep us well rounded, and not completely lose our minds. I didn't, but that was because, mom was going through alcohol so fast, I could take two bottles and she would think she'd drank them. My therapist, a thirty something woman, with platinum hair in a high ponytail, and too much fake tan. She was nice, her name was Karrie, and unlike most therapists, she didn't make me feel like i was three years old.

"Aaliyah, how are you?" She asked, as I took my seat across from her. I glance around the office, with its pale pink walls, and soft decor.

"As good as someone in my situation can be." I shrugged. Smoothing my skirt.

"And what situation is that?" She asked. We'd had two sessions before this. She knew what situation.

"The divorce." I said matter-a factly. I was still to guilty to even dare mention the sex and the smoking, but it had been eating away at my brain, for the last two and a half weeks.

"Anything else?" She pressed. I averted my eyes. Supposedly, you go to school for years upon years, you get good at reading people.

"What's the deal again? I asked. She smiled.

"I won't tell your parents anything, unless you are going to harm yourself, or harm somebody else." She said. I nodded.

"Promise?" I said. She held out her pinky.

"Pinky promise." She said.

So I told her, I told her about Will, I told her about the fresh pack of cigarettes that I'd bought from the gas station three days ago. I told her that I'd found myself underneath Will, for the third time. I told her how I felt.

Karrie just listened, and non stopped scribbled on her notepad. When I was done talking, she looked at me.

"Oh, and I don't even know why? Why do I like him? Why I keep going back, what it is about him?!" I snapped. Karrie set the clipboard down.

"Because, he's the opposite of you. He practically represents your rebelion. He's the opposite of everything you believe in, thats why your drawn to him." She says. i debate this, maybe she's right. He was all the bad things, I was told never to do, told to stay away from him.

"Does that make me a bad person?" I ask. She shrugs.

"Everyone wants what they can't have, just don't let it get out of hand." She told me. I zoned out after that, focusing on the fact that I believed she was right. When I left, I didn't say anything to mom, the entire car ride home.

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I had tossed and turned for hours, It was 2am, when I slipped from my window and made the three mile bike ride to Will's/Jacob's. When I got there, all the lights were off. I threw my bike down in front of a house three houses down. I walked around, quietly to the back window. Will's room. I rapped on the glass, softly. A moment later he slid it open. Seeing him, in the moonlight, I smiled. He raised an eyebrow.

"Hey." He whispered.

"Can I come in?" I asked, in a low voice. He nodded, extending a hand out toward me. I took it. He pulled me through the window. I scraped my leg on the windowsill, and blood appeared on my thigh.

"Shit sorry." He muttered. I shook my head. I sat down on his bed. He laid down on his back. I did too, flopping down next to him.

"What's up?" He asked, tracing a circle on my thigh. I looked down at him.

"couldn't sleep." I said. He nodded.

"Yeah me neither." He said, gesturing to the half smoked bowl on his windowsill.

"I figured, as much." I told him.

He gestured to the bowl again, and I grabbed it. He pulled a lighter from his pocket.I thanked him. As I took a hit, I watched him watch me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I looked at him.

"Why?"
"Because, somethings up." He said, matter factly. I nodded. I hadn't told anyone, other than Karrie, about the divorce, and now with my sister locking herself in her room, and all my best friends wrapped up in prom dates and boyfriends, I became invisible.

"My parents got divorced." I stated.

"That's some heavy shit." He said, sitting up. I shook my head.

"It's whatever." I shrugged. He shook his head.

"Talk to me."

That was it took, for me to tell him. Tell him that it had been like this for a while, tell him that the only night I'd seen mom with her guard down was the night she told me about Noah. I told him that I felt alone, and that he was the only person I wanted to see, despite the fact that it ripped me in two, to need someone I didn't know.

"That why you can't sleep?" He asked, When I was done. I didn't answer, which was form of answer enough. I didn't even know why I was here, why I felt the most comfortable place to go when I needed someone.

"I didn't know where else to go. I just needed to get out." I told him. He sat up.

"You want something to take your mind off it?"

"What other than weed?" I replied.

He kissed me, before I even finished my sentence, pushing me onto the soft mattress, for that moment anyway, everything disappeared. But, I was tired, all the emotions from the past weeks, hit me in that moment.

"Will." I choked, and he pulled away from me. There were tears glistening in my eyes. He rolled off of me.

"Hey, come here." He said, and pulled me into him.

"I'm sorry, I barely know you, and we've slept together and now I'm here, making my shit your shit, and you have your own life." I said.

"Hey, I don't mind." He whispered into my hair. For twenty minutes, we laid there together. My face pressed into his chest, his chin resting on my head. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I tried to sync my breathing to his. I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, sunlight was pouring through the window. I sat bolt up right.

"Fuck." I said, untangling myself from the sheets. Will, sat up next to me.

"What?" He murmured, running a hand through his hair,.

"I gotta go." I said, fumbling for my shoes.

"It's only like six am." He told me

He untangled himself from the sheets, then opened a drawer in his nightstand. From it, he pulled an orange pill bottle and emptied two pills into his hand. He took a sip of water from the bottle on his nightstand, and swallowed the pill. He stood up and gestured for to open my hand.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it, but when the stress or the emotions get to be too much, then take it, alright?" He said as I threw on my coat. I nodded, shoving it into my pocket. I didn't want to know what it was, and I would never take it. When I got home, I did so by sliding through my window, and climbing into bed. My bedroom door opened two minutes later. My mother coming to wake me up for school.

"Aaliyah, it's seven-thirty, rise and shine." She said. She looked perfect, her hair pulled into a tight bun, and black pants, along with a baby blue long sleeve shirt. Work day, I supposed.

"five more minutes." I said into the pillow. My mother pulled my hair from my face.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling alright?" She asked. I rolled onto my back, I probably looked like garbage.

"Yeah, no I'm fine." I mumbled, peeling myself out of bed.