Sasha bit her lip. "We were dancing at his house on Friday night. He kissed me. I was afraid to stay because I knew if I did, there was a chance he would want to do more than just kiss or dance. I told him I needed to leave. He asked me why and I blurted out 'I'm an SI. I don't want you to see me like I am.' He didn't know what an SI was though. He thought it meant I was still a virgin."

"Technically, you are still a virgin Sasha. You could have gone with that and he probably wouldn't have asked any other questions. What did you tell him?"

She smiled. "I just left and went home."

"What happened when you got home?" Trevor probed.

"I listened to the messages on my machine. There was one from Kelli, one from Brian apologizing for upsetting me, and one from Eric. He accused me of not answering his calls on purpose."

"But you didn't cut that night. How did you keep yourself safe?"

"I scratched my legs pretty bad after listening to Eric's message. The phone rang again or I might have done more damage. It was Brian. He said he needed to hear my voice to make sure I was OK. We talked for a little while and then I told him I needed to get some sleep." She paused. "I felt so tense after Eric's call and what I had admitted to Brian, that I really wanted to cut. I needed the release. I decided to do some of the things off the list to try to get my mind off cutting." She wrinkled her brow. "I tried writing Eric's name on a piece of paper and burning it. That didn't work so I found cartoons on TV and tried to watch them. All I could do though was think about the tone of Eric's voice on the machine and what I had said to Brian. I kept pressing my nails to my palms without even realizing I was doing it." She swallowed hard. "The phone rang. I thought it would be Brian again. I didn't look at the caller ID. I just answered it by saying 'I told you I'm fine Brian. I just need to get some sleep…' but it wasn't Brian. It was Eric. He made a few derogatory remarks about me screwing my boss." She rolled her eyes. "Like I'll ever be able to be with anyone after what he has done to me."

"I'm not so sure about that Sasha." Trevor replied. He exchanged a knowing glance with Ben. "I think you are making progress and I wouldn't rule anything out at this point."

Sasha licked her lips. "He said I should be thanking him for saving me from a life of 'heartache and disappointment'. I finally hung up on him while he was mid-sentence." She felt tears stinging her eyes. "Crying." She mumbled. "I've cried more in the past 4 months than I have the entire rest of my life!"

"Break through number 3 Sasha." Ben said from across the table. "You're learning it is OK to express your emotions." He attempted to catch her gaze as Trevor brought her a box of tissues. "When you cry, does it keep you from cutting?"

Sasha took a tissue from the box and dapped her eyes. "Sometimes."

"You managed to make it through Friday night without hurting yourself. That is something to be proud of Sasha." Trevor encouraged her. "What finally worked to keep your mind off cutting?"

"Brian." Sasha replied softly. She looked from Trevor to Ben and then down at her hands. "I have never wanted to be with anyone before. No one has ever made me feel as safe as Brian does." She closed her eyes. "I never thought I would want a man to touch me…" Her tears began to fall rapidly. She opened her eyes. "I didn't cut because I told myself that if I ever want to be with Brian, I have to gain control over the rage and the fear Eric has instilled in me. I can't let him see me with open slashes all over my body."

Without speaking, both of the men arose from their seats and consumed Sasha in a hug. Trevor kissed her cheek. He looked at Ben. "Our little girl is growing up." He joked.

"Very funny!" Sasha laughed dabbing the tears from her eyes.

"I thought it was." Trevor smiled. "Back to the question I asked an hour ago." Trevor stated returning to his chair. "What happened on Saturday to make you lose control and cut as badly as you did?"