Hi guys! Today was funny. I was on my laptop, and I saw a picture of Jordan. I started going crazy, and then I just thought for a second 'Wow, I'm obsessed." And it is super true. I am obsessed, but ya know what, HATERS GONNA HATE! Anyways, before I start the chapter, there is a scene in this chapter that contains suggestive rape. I'm sorry for your eyes, but it just kinda fit:(
Onwards! TO THE CHAPTER!
(Sorry, I had sugar.)
That was a week ago. Work still sucked, but it wasn't as bad with Greg. He was really funny, and kept me laughing. I never really stopped to consider the fact that he could possibly like me. I just thought he was a friend. Even though he was nice to me, I still missed Jordan with all of my heart. My anorexia was still really bad, and I barely ate anything. I tried everything. I tried fixing my webcam to no avail, and I tried to text a random number. It wasn't him. I missed him so much. I was walking in the garden one day. The sky was gray, and so was my mood. If there was one thing I liked about this stupid house, it was the beautiful scenery. The garden was beautiful, with a beautiful white marquee and a bench made out of marble. I really loved it, and spent a lot of time out there. I was wearing a medium-length white dress, because my mom had to go to a job party, and was making me go with her. I didn't want to go, but she said that having the whole family there would make a good impression. Kylie was enjoying herself here. She had already gotten a boyfriend. His name was Carson, and he was six foot two. He was huge, and Kylie was in love with him. I sighed, looking around at the garden. Beautiful white flowers were everywhere, and the garden was on top of a hill, so you could see the pond. As much as I hated it here, the garden made me feel at home. I began walking towards the house. My stupid white dress trailed behind me. I hated my mom for making me wear this stupid thing. I felt like a priss. I headed inside. I opened the front door. My mom was waiting for me in the foyer.
"Why are you making me wear this?" I asked. My mom pursed her lips.
"You have to look nice for the party." She said. "We need to do your hair now."
I groaned.
"Mom, it's just a stupid party!" I said.
'It may be stupid to you, but it could change my career." She said, dragging me towards a flattening iron. She straightened my hair, and we left. The job party was long, and extremely boring. My mom just stood there, drinking wine and talking to co-workers. I just sat in the chair, hating every second of it. When we left, I was so relieved when we left that I didn't even notice a black car following us home. In the car, I looked down at myself. I looked at the dress, and thought of how Jordan would say I looked beautiful in it. Tears started in my eyes, and I blinked them away. As we pulled into the driveway, so did the black car. I noticed it, and frowned. When we were parked, my mom and I just sat there, our eyes on the rear-view mirror. Someone got out of the car. We could only see the outline of them. He/She looked short, only about five foot seven. I squinted, trying to see. It was a man, with a black shirt, a beanie, and stubble on cheeks and chin.
I screamed and got out of the car.
I tore across the driveway to get to him. As soon as I was in his arms, I burst into tears. He held me. He was shaking, and I was too. I never wanted to let go. Ever. Jordan was here, and I was complete. I was so happy, just being there. He then kissed me, and once again, I was floating away. When we broke apart, I felt wonderful. He took my hand, and whispered in my ear:
"I missed you more than you can ever imagine."
"Same here." I whispered. He kissed me again, and I kissed back eagerly.
"I love you." He whispered when we broke apart. I grinned.
"Love you too." I said. He grinned, but his grin faded when he saw my mom. He frowned, and I looked behind me. My mom was glaring at Jordan. I frowned at her, confused.
"Let's go inside." I muttered. He nodded, and we went inside.
The next day, my mom was driving me to work. My arms were crossed over my chest, and I was angry. I wanted to stay home with Jordan, but she wouldn't let me. Basically, I was pissed. I hadn't seen my boyfriend in a month! She was being ridiculous! We pulled into Dairy Queen, and my mom bade me goodbye. I didn't say anything, but trudged inside. Greg was waiting for me, a smile on his face. My mood lightened when I saw him.
"Hey." He said, grinning.
"Hey." I said, smiling.
"How's it going?" He asked. My smiled faded.
"I wish I wasn't here today. I wish I was back home." I said. He looked confused.
"Oh. Why?" He asked.
"My boyfriend is in town. He lives in LA." I said. Greg was then silent, and I looked at him.
"Who's your boyfriend?" He asked, meeting my eyesight.
"His name is Jordan." I said. He nodded.
"Does he work?" Greg asked.
"Kinda. He makes YouTube videos." I said. Greg frowned.
"What kind of job is that?" He asked.
"Well he gets paid." I said. Greg nodded slowly, and didn't press any further.
He became normal, and we talked throughout the rest of our shifts.
Just before my shift ended, I got a call.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Kristine?" My mom asked, sounding frazzled.
"Hey mom." I said, confused. "What's going on?"
"My car just broke down, sweetie. I'm afraid I can't pick you up." My heart sank.
"Are you getting a tow truck?" I asked.
"He says he's on his way, but It'll be at least an hour before he can come. Another hour for me to get home from my work, plus traffic. I'm sorry, Kristine." My mom said.
"It's fine. I'll just walk, or call Jordan." I said.
"Okay, dear. I'll see you at home." My mom said. She hung up, and the second she did, my phone died. Crap. Greg was waiting for me by the door. I walked over to him.
"I have to walk home. My mom's car is busted." I said. He frowned, then brightened.
"I'll walk with you. Your house is on the way to mine." He said. I smiled.
"Awesome."
So we began to walk home. We had only been walking for five minutes, when he pulled me behind a building.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Somewhere." He growled. His voice was low. I began to feel frightened. He pinned me up against the building.
Okay, what the Hell was going on?
I struggled, but his grip was made of iron.
"You're such a slut, Kris." He whispered, his soft tone making the words menacing. "Thinking you can flirt with other guys."
I was super confused. What the heck?
His hands slowly moved to the buttons on my blouse. He began undoing the buttons.
"I am going to rape you now." He whispered. My pupils dilated in fear. Alarms blared in my head, and I struggled even harder. All of the buttons on my blouse were undone, and he could see my tank top. He slowly took off my blouse, and threw it. He tsked.
"It's a shame that I have to fully unclothe you." He said softly. I scowled, and tried to pry his hands off of me. He struck me across the face.
"Don't move." He whispered. His hands slowly began undoing the buttons of my jeaned shorts. He paused for a second, and I got the upperhand. I kicked him in the balls. I attempted to run, but he recovered from the blow and grabbed my hair. He threw me to the ground, and I lay there, covered in dirt and dust. I stood back up, and punched him in the stomach. He doubled over, wheezing.
Then I ran like Hell.
It started to pour, and I was running as fast as I could. My clothes were splattered with mud as I ran, and my hair was a frizzy, muddy mess. I just almost got raped, I thought to myself in horror. I almost had my virginity taken away from me by someone I thought was my friend. I ran even faster. My breathing was short, and I felt like I was going to puke. I probably would have, if there was anything in my stomach for me to throw up. I ran all the way to my house, and through the front door. There I was; dripping with rain and mud in my tank top and shorts. I heard footsteps, and Jordan came to the front hall.
"Kris?" He asked. Shock was then apparent on his face when he saw me.
"What happened?" He asked. I swallowed hard, tears starting in my eyes.
"I just almost got raped." I said. Jordan's face turned chalk white, and I ran at him. I hugged him, and he hugged me back. His protective arms were around me, and I felt as if nothing could hurt me. We stood there hugging for a long time. When we broke apart, Jordan took in my mud-coated clothes and hair.
"Go take a shower, Kris. You'll be fine." He said quietly. I nodded, and trudged up the stairs. In the shower, I did realize everything would be okay. Because Jordan was back, and I could now feel him.
And that made all the difference.
Sorry about that! If your eyes are bleeding, I apologize! It made me feel so awkward writing that! Please review, even though I just scarred you, and have a Wonderful Wednesday!
(Oh, and to everyone who got the Mario Kart reference last chapter, Maple Tree way is my favorite course. Umadbro?)
