After running away from the real Olivia Clark once more, trying to ignore her screams, I ran out into the town centre.

I checked the time on my phone. It was 11:50. Dylan said he'd meet me at twelve outside the school. I knew if Olivia was still at the party, that he would be too, but I counted on him anyway.

At the bus stop, I brushed through my hair and cleared up my makeup, returning to a more sane look. I fixed my top and adjusted my coat before reapplying my lipstick. When the bus came, I appeared only as a partygoer, and not someone who was just sexually assaulted.

Sitting on the back of the bus, I could do nothing but play and replay what had just happened over and over. I squeezed my eyes shut. Alessia just wanted to get away from the party, but as Olivia, I was suddenly full of rage. Fair enough Matt did this to me, but at least I'm apart of his friendship group. I could've written it off as playful fun, but not this. This is too far.

When the bus called for the bus stop near the police station, I pressed the bell and readied myself to get off.

I jumped off the bus, hurrying towards the police station. When I was inside, I headed straight for the desk.

The person there looked up, "Hi, how can–"

"I need to report a sexual assault," I said, making them freeze.

He nodded slowly, "Okay, just take a seat and someone will be right out." He told me. I turned around, finding the closest seat and sitting down. I was restless the entire time, fidgeting as I waited. I had never been in a police station before, never mind been here to report a crime.

Soon, a female police officer appeared before me.

She smiled, "Hello," she said, holding her hand out for me to take, "what's your name?" She asked.

I opened my mouth, ready to say Olivia Clark, but then I paused. "Alessia Trent," I told her, taking her hand and letting me take her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Alessia." With that, she guided me to a secluded room, letting me sit on the comfy chair as she took the office one.

"Okay," she said, sitting down, "I've been informed that you'd like to report a sexual assault," she said, pulling out a notebook and pen. I nodded, and so she continued to speak, "would you like to tell me what happened?" She asked.

I took a deep breath, recalling what had happened to her.

After I had told Alessia's half, I began to speak again, "This happened to me after this guy sexually assaulted another girl." I told the officer.

She frowned, "How do you know this?" She asked.

I froze. How do I explain that I've lived both sides of this story?

I shook my head, "She's a really close friend of mine; she'd never lie and so I trust that she's telling the truth."

"Well," The officer began, "we can't put credit to that unless she comes forward herself, but your account, Alessia, is definitely grounds to get this young man arrested," the woman said. I smiled, feeling victory. "Could you give me a name? Or perhaps appearance or–"

"Matt Reeley," I told her, surprising her, "he goes to my school," I told her.

"Right," she said, jotting this down. "And did you know Mr Reeley personally?" She asked me next.

I shook my head, "No, but he's popular so I know a bit about him." I told her, watching her nod."

"Okay," she said, after asking for a few of my personal details. When she was finished, she stood up, smiling at me.

"Did you need me to call someone to pick you up?" She asked, leading me out into the hallway once more.

I shook my head, "Oh, no that's fine, but thanks." With that, I smiled and left. I walked out of the police station just in time to catch the next bus, and when I was seated, I checked the time. It was twenty past twelve. I hoped Dylan hadn't left.

When the school appeared in my vision, I pressed the bell with anticipation. Knowing Alessia's luck, Dylan would already be gone.

But, when I got off the bus and looked down the street and towards the school, I saw a figure. It was pacing, and I saw his car parked on the side of the road beside him.

I smiled, walking over to him quickly. When I was close enough, he heard me approaching and turned to me.

"Alessia," he said, sounding relieved. I didn't give him a chance to say much else as I ran into him, wrapping my arms around him, just in need of a hug from my best friend. Of course, he didn't know me as his best friend, he knew me as Alessia Trent.

"Are you okay?" He asked once I had pulled away, looking both confused and concerned.

"Yeah," I said, grinning, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long—but thanks for doing this for me," I said, making him shake his head.

"It's fine," he said, "I'm here if you need me."

I had no idea Dylan was promising things like this to a girl I barely knew in school. But I should've seen it coming. Dylan is probably the most compassionate boy I knew, and somewhere along the way, his parents had taught him right—women are to be respected. Dylan, of course, respected everyone, but it wasn't just something he extended to friends and family—for, here he was, lending his services to a girl he barely knew at midnight on a Friday night.

With that in mind, I slipped into his car feeling comfortable. Dylan is a really good guy.

Alessia knew that and I think she has for a while, and being in this close of a proximity to Dylan as he drove along dark streets made her warm and fuzzy inside. If she didn't adore Dylan enough as it was, she worshipped him even more now—he was saving her, not only from her wicked dad but from the darkness, from the pain and from the memories of what had happened at that party.

At least Alessia and I had something in common—we were both attacked by Matt Reeley at the same party. We were both in pain because of that. And neither of us told Dylan.

Dylan doesn't know what happened to me that night.

When Dylan was pulling up into his drive, he was telling me that his dad was away overseas for work and that his mum had a night shift that she just left for. We had more than enough time together before I'd have to leave and go back to this monstrosity of a reality.

I stepped into Dylan's house, closing my eyes and breathing in the familiar smell. I opened them when I felt Dylan helping me take my coat off. I thanked him, letting him take my coat when it was finally off. I took a seat on the last step of his stairs to take off my heels also like I always had done. And then we went upstairs.

Alessia was nervous and, although she knew that Dylan would never harm her, she was a little shaky and apprehensive after what just happened.

When we got to his room, he left the door ajar. When I was at his house, I always used to close his door, but I guess this was his way of trying to make Alessia feel safe.

"Where do you want to sleep?" He asked.

I smiled, sitting on his bed, "I don't mind." I told him.

He laughed, "Well you seem pretty comfortable there; I'll get the blow-up bed for me to sleep on."

I jumped up, not as Olivia, but as Alessia, "You don't need to do that," Alessia said, "I can sleep on the blow-up bed," she told him.

He smiled, shaking his head, "Take the bed—I like blow-up beds anyway."

I knew, as Olivia Clark, for a fact that Dylan couldn't stand blow-up beds. In fact, whenever I stayed over his house, I often woke up to find him in his bed—beside me.

When Dylan left, I didn't sit back down on his bed but instead ventured around his room. I smiled, feeling like myself again—like Olivia Clark. Despite the fact that Alessia's life obviously wasn't anything but pain and darkness, it also hurt that I couldn't be in my own body. I didn't know which of those, though, hurt the most.

I missed all of my friends, my family, waking up and seeing myself in the mirror, not someone else.

I just wish that I was Olivia Clark again. I don't know how much longer I can do this for.

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until I say so if I'm honest 🤷🏼‍♀️

feel like I edited this too quickly...
there's definitely some mistakes somewhere

#mE

-kidding. kind of

FABULOUS SONGS

Songs that played when I was writing this chapter (in order):
Blindside - Aquilo
Words - Skylar Grey
Taken - Marina Kaye
Messages From Her - Sabrina Claudio
Kiss Me a Thousand Times - RAIGN
watch - Billie Eilish
Daydream - Ruelle
Bird - Billie Marten
Bullet - Ann Marr
Long & Lost - Florence + The Machine

END OF FABULOUS SONGS

Date written:
03/09/18
04/09/18

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Next update: Tuesssssday
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN SPOILER:

Alessia finally gets her night with crush Dylan, but perhaps it benefits her new resident, Olivia Clark, more than her.

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