Both you and Jake school in the same University. You were also deskmates for some classes.

You two like barely talked. You mostly kept to yourself.

At home, you lived with your step dad. Your mom died a year ago and thing is, he never loved you as a daughter. He abused you verbally and physically. Before going to school, you'd always put on make up to cover up.

Just like any other day, you got up and got ready for school. Covered the bruise marks with makeup as always and made your way to school.

The first class was a class you shared with Jake and of course, you were deskmates. The teacher assigned an assignment for people to work in pairs and you were paired up with Jake.

"See you at the library later, so we can work on the assignment?" He asked.