This is different. This was the first game won of the new season, and I was the MVP of the night. It felt so good, but someone was missing. Someone to share the glory. I tried to shake that feeling, but in my heart knew it. At least I should of said goodbye, or I shouldn't been so harsh. That was enough kind, sad thoughts. I had to keep it up, this façade. I learned the hard way, nice guys don't get anywhere. Coming to Toronto was my second chance at life.
Everyone from Degrassi were in the stands. Jenna was with her friends and her boyfriend in the sixth row. Her boyfriend. Okay, I screwed up, she had enough of bad boys, and the rest is history, but I couldn't seem to accept. Dallas would of told me it was a minor setback but Dallas changed so drastically, I didn't what to believe.
"Good game, buddy" Dallas said as we walked out of the change room.
"You too, captain. You were awesome" I complimented him back.
"Thanks" he accepted a bit painfully.
People was slowly exiting the arena. I didn't want them to leave. This is my moment and it was fading away. But the rest were cheering, loud. It made me feel better, but something in my gut was saying, this wasn't yours originally, you can have it because rookie can't, you don't have much so have this. Then I realized the fans weren't cheering for me. They were cheering for Dallas, the rest of the team, everyone but me. This sucks. In a few minutes, everyone was gone and I sitting on a bench, lonely when she came.
She was tall, red lushly hair fell gracefully down her body. She had an innocent but rebelling sprit. I hated her so much. She so pretty, with curves in the right places. She was perfect, her appearance was perfect, I meant.
"Hey Luke, great game, don't you think. If only, you got more credit" she seductively whispered.
"Thanks, but I got to go," I lied. I know this type of girls. She was a puck bunny, alright. Most puck bunnies knew enough about me and avoided me, but there are a few like her. Best thing to do is to get away ASAP and as far you can get. But she was in her own category.
"No, you don't" she demanded so seductively. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the change room. She had a really strong grip on me. I didn't want to fight a girl for two reasons. First, I have some standards even if I was considered a jerk, and it's just a lose-lose situation either way, it would less energy if I didn't.
"I'm serious, I need to go" I argued. I tried to loosen her hold but nothing worked.
"I said you don't" she yelled in my ear. Then she pulled off my shirt and tossed on the floor, then continued to pull until we reached the change room. Sadly I knew what was going to happen next.
Hours later. I was lying on the floor where she left me. It was close to midnight and she left after getting a phone call from her boyfriend. I knew her boyfriend. He was one of the guys who went to church with my family. That girl left me a few unwanted gifts. Hickories were all over my neck and chest. I probably be wearing a turtleneck for the next week or so. We went farther than that. I saw my ring on the other side , near the trash. It might as well.
How did this happened? She an aggressive, controlling, demanding, cheating, sex-deprived bitch. She was no puck bunny at all. Sure, puck bunnies were desperate sometimes, but they didn't have boyfriends and understood stop. I remember screaming stop so many times, but she didn't listened. It didn't help that she had friends who worked in this arena, so she was able to get the key to the change room. Worst of all, she taped us doing it, and is threatening me to show to my parents if anything went wrong. This hook-up started a year ago, back when rookie was alive. She was the true reason I was a jerk. So she raped me for a year, and she got a boyfriend, was popular at her school and at church and she got away with this so many times.
Nobody knew about it until now. I hear voices behind that door. It was Dallas and the owner of the arena. Then the doorknob turned. I was in too much pain, physically and emotionally to move and to appear like everything was normal. Questions were gonna be asked, like what I going here at midnight, with no clothes on, on the floor, with purple bruises on my body, and my purity ring not my finger, but this time I was ready to answer honestly and truthfully.
So what do you think this new story I'm writing? This chapter seems a bit short, but still. Also please also read other story, Back Home. That would be awesome if you did. Please Review!
