Tainted
A Jemma

Chapter One

"Emma?" A 30-ish looking man was walking towards me.

"Yes?" I looked at him strangely, trying to figure out what he wanted.

"I'm Jordon's teacher. We're having pizza upstairs. You can come up now, or I can send Jordon down when he's finished." He smiled at me. "You know, Jordon hasn't stopped talking about you."

My heart skipped a beat. "I guess I could go up now." Stupid, stupid girl.

"Alright, follow me."

We got to a hotel room. 1409. No one was up there, and he knocked on a door connecting to another room.

"Guys, hurry up. Pizza's here." He looked at me. "They'll be right over." He gestured for me to sit, and I did.

Minutes started to pass, and no one came. I stood up and walked towards the door.

"Emma, where are you going?"

"I think I left my purse downstairs…" I was so nervous.

"Emma, it's right here." I was scared, I ran. The door was locked, so I locked myself in the bathroom.

"Emma?"

"You're Jordon, aren't you?" I was crying, leaning my back against the door.

"I couldn't tell you my real age Emma, I didn't think you would like me."

"I want to go home."

"Please Emma, don't be scared." Oh no, I wasn't scared, I was petrified.

"I just want to go home."

"Alright, I'll leave."

I heard a door open and shut. I listened for a minute or so. He left, He had to. I opened the bathroom door, and then tried the hotel room door. Unlocked. I made it, I was safe. But then…

SLAM!

Jordon shut the door in front of my face, and pushed me against a wall, hand over my mouth. I had no way out.

"Don't scream, or I'll ducktape your mouth shut, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?" I shook my head no. "Good." Then he gave me a creepy smile. I wanted to die.

He made me sit on the bed. I had my hands in my lap, and I tried to focus on them. Jordon was fidiling around in the corner with something.

"Okay Emma, we are going to make a little movie." He sat down next to me. One hand running up and down my thigh, the other stroking my hair. "Oh Emma, your hair is so soft." The hand on my thigh reached my belt, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Then he started to unbutton my pants.

"No, please." I looked up at him through my teary eyes, barely whispering. "Please stop."

"Come on Emma, it'll be fun. You'll like it."

He got on top of me. I tried to fight him back, but it was no use. He would just smack me around, telling me to keep quiet.

The cops came along with my mother and Snake after he was done, and we were already dressed. I was crying in the corner. He went to answer the door, and I grabbed the tape, shoving it in my pocket.

I burned that tape, destroyed it. I never wanted anyone to ever know what really happened that night. Jordon went to jail, but not for rape, no one knew. I went to the clinic a few weeks later, on my own, in a different city, with a fake name, and a fake age. I said my boyfriend's condom broke. Everyone looked at me like I was a whore. I felt like one. But I was fine. I hadn't gotten my period yet, so I wasn't worried about pregnancy, but they did say I was clean of STD's.

That was over three years ago, and still no one knew. I used to think that was the worst thing to ever happen to me. Maybe it was, or maybe this is.

Rick glared at me, saying I made his list, or something amoung those lines. I was scared, but something else too. Relieved? Was someone finally going to put me out of my misery? Take me out of this sucky life that started going downhill after Jordon?

I could feel Toby's hand holding mine, and then I heard Sean talking. That brought me back. He was standing between me and the gun. Was he retarded?! His life is worth way more than mine! I'm barely worth air space, let alone saving! Why does he have to be so stupid?! So crazy?!

The two boys were wrestling over the gun, and it went off, then they both fell. God, I swear, Sean better be ok. If he's not, I think I might do myself in for real. No more contemplating. No more chickening out, I'll just do it. He better be ok.