forever we will

What do you do when you wake up in a cold sweat? Reliving a horrific accident that you went through. Well, I wouldn't say accident. It's always the same two faces that happen to be in my nightmares. A nightmare that I've been stuck with since I was 14. I'm 28 now. Yet I still can't keep the demons at bay. Two people I thought were my friends, though 2 years older than me, thought it was okay to corner me in a tent and try to take my innocence from me. I can still feel the lingering touches pulling at my body. The feeling always makes me nauseous. Have I told anyone? Of course not! How does one tell someone something like that? Thankfully, the only way I escaped was with my grandmother hollering at me to go inside for the night. I made sure I was always grounded, so I wouldn't have to see or be near them at all. And years later still without no one knowing what had happened to me, I met the one person that chased all my demons away—or so I thought... Maze POV age 19: "I really want to be with him but if I tell my grandparents they won't allow it. I think I should just pack my stuff and sneak off with him. What do you think I should do?" I dropped my face into my glands as I asked my best friend Nora. "Well, your grandparents basically keep you hostage all the time, not even letting you do anything. Like your 19, you're legally an adult." Nora said as her anger started to rise. My grandparents didn't exactly want me to go out and party like every other teenager. They wanted me to be independent and not have to rely on anyone. They wanted me to have a bright future. Honestly, I get it, I really do, but I'm like, what if I met someone who is my future? I know they would be open-minded if I really explained everything. But for once, I wanted to do this my way and make my own mistakes for once like a normal person without them leaning over my shoulder whispering in my ear. "You know what I'm going to do!" I said, my voice full of conviction. Nora looked at me like I had just grown 3 heads. Then, when my words actually registered, she jumped up and down full of happiness.the said, "It's about f**king time." After an hour or two of just going over how I would make my great escape, well not really escape, since I could go where I pleased but always had to tell them the who, what, when, where, and why. I started to walk home. Getting about half way, my phone pinged with a message from Patch. Patch: Hey, I was wondering if you're able to get away for the weekend or longer like we talked about? As I read it I smiled, thinking of what to say. Me: Of course, I was thinking I could pack a bag. Throw it at the back of my closet, then when my grandparents aren't home I leave and stay with you for a week or two... If that is okay? I waited. Looking at the screen of my phone, feeling this sinking feeling like maybe he didn't want me to stay that long, watching the three black dots bounce around. I was about to text back, never mind when his text came through. Patch: Doll face you can stay as long as you like, move in if you want I was smiling so much that i was doing a little gig. Not to mention I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. Me: we will talk about that when we're together. If we're not too busy doing something else, tehe. Did I really just write out tehe in my text? I facepalmed myself. Patch: OK doll, I'll text you in the morning gotta sleep, have work in the morning, followed by a nice shirtless picture of him lying in bed. As I stood there drooling for a few seconds, I realized I still hadn't moved an inch. I started walking again, and I felt this cold shiver go down my spine. I hadn't even realized it was getting darker, and I didn't exactly like the dark. After basically running home, I ran in the door, closed it and locked it all in a matter of seconds. I let out a breath and peaked through the window. No one was there, just the darkness. Lately, I've been feeling as if someone has been following me. It scares the crap out of me. I hope the eyes that i feel on me aren't from whom I think it is. my ex... Razor.