Scrolling nonchalantly down my Facebook feed, I yawn lazily. I was about to close up when I noticed something that looked very familiar. My picture. Panic settled into my heart as I stare at the teenager before me. My whole body gets hot and before I know tears spring to my eyes as I read the disgusting comments. The account was fake but the only person I sent it to was my boyfriend. I shut the laptop hard before sprinting up and pacing the room. This cannot be happening. Not to me! Why me! Breathing heavily I call my boyfriend well, ex-boyfriend Grayson. "Hey, ba-" "Don't you dare hey babe me!" I whisper yelled. "I trusted you, Grayson. You don't know how much courage it took for me to send that picture and then you just post it like its nothing!" I was sobbing and the other end was frantic. "I didn't post the picture! I- I sent it to some of the guys and I guess one of them-" Did he send it to some of the guys? "What am I to you, Grayson! A little prostitute you think you can just send her pictures to everyone. I'm your girlfriend! You're the only one that should be seeing such things. "Did she find out?" A voice sniggers from behind and I feel my head vibrate with pain, ready to lash out and Grayson's friend, Theodore. "You stupid little boy! Its immature people like you who ruin lives! Have you never seen a girl in her underwear before you just had to post it, Theodore? You're disgusting, a pig, no wonder everyone just likes you because of your money. Pathetic." I yell at him before hanging up. But in reality, I ruined my own life by sending that picture. And for the next three years, I had to live with the constant shame and reminder as the students and teachers refused to let it go, my family disowned me so I lived with my aunt and I dumped Grayson as fast as I could. 4 years later I moved away for college, studying a little bit of law and sociology. What I didn't expect... Was for a certain someone to come and change my life. For better... Or for worse.