Dearly Devoted
Chapter Eight
-Port Angeles-
Edward and I had been standing at my door for a bit now. Not saying anything, just looking at one another. It was as if the whole world was standing still. I thought it was sort of nice to be able to have an absolute silence with somebody without it being all awkward or anything. The smile on his face had not wore off, and I am pretty sure that the one mine hadn't either.
I wasn't allowed to have anybody over after being grounded and everything, but I couldn't resist asking him."Would you like to come in?"I spoke as lowly as possible so that things could stay somewhat quiet. It felt kind of wrong breaking up the sound stillness that we had created in the atmosphere that surrounded us.
"Sure," he whispered as well.
I stood aside and allowed him in, closing the door behind him like a good host. "Make yourself comfortable," I told him gesturing over at the couch. "Would you like anything to eat or drink."
No, he wouldn't.
"No thank you."
I knew it. I saw him stifle a laugh.
I led him over to the couch and we both sat down. Things had become quiet again. "Um, how are things?" I asked him.
"Things are good," he told me.
"Good."
I bit my lip and looked down in to my lap. I really didn't know what to say to him. "So I'm guessing that you must have heard some rumors about me."
I faced him again and that crooked smile appeared on his face. "You mean the one about you joining the track team, of course."
That made me laugh. "Oh well, you know, I don't exactly meet the height requirement for the basketball team. So I thought what the hell, and got Ben to join in on it with me." The smile slid off. "What are people really saying about me?"
"Nothing bad. None at all actually. I wouldn't exactly call them rumors, just a bunch of gossip." He paused for a minute, "Angela has been a little edge through the passing days though. Like she is carrying a big weight of guilt. The word is that the fight was over her."
I sighed. "No, it wasn't," I thought about it, "well yes. In a way, I guess that it was about her."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Should I tell him what happened down at First Beach? What if it ruined my chances with him? What if he thought that I didn't like him and that I was in to women?
On the other hand, what if he finds out from someone else? Could that ruin my chances with him, not being completely open with him.
"It's a bit of a long story," I decided to go with.
"I have time."
He didn't give up. I kind of both disliked and admired that. "Maybe another day. I'm not really allowed to have people over and my dad is going to be back from work soon," he looked a bit upset, "Not that I want you to leave. It's just that I'm grounded because of what happened. I took the full blame for it and now I am paying in my dept."
"How about tomorrow? Would you like to go to Port Angeles with me?"
I raised an eyebrow. "But I'm grounded."
"So? You already broke a few rules, why not another one? No one will really know."
"Don't you have to go to school?"
"I'll ditch."
I bit my lip, smiled at him and said, "Alright then, it's a date."
Tomorrow could not come fast enough.
Edward left a little after he asked me to Port Angeles telling me that he'll come get me at 7:30. Charlie had just missed him and didn't, thankfully, suspect a thing. I couldn't sleep that night. I was way to excited for the upcoming day with Edward. Butterflies started to spread their wings inside of my stomach. I was loving the whole anxious-excited feeling that was going on within me.
Morning came and the loud sound of the alarm shrilled in the quiet room at exactly 6:30. I had conked out around three in the morning drowning in thoughts and images of what could happen today. After I showered and use a towel to dry my hair I wandered to my closet and picked out what I had wanted to wear for our "date". I decided on a dark blue button up shirt with a white shirt underneath. Black jeans and a pair of gray plaid slip-on shoes covered the lower half of my body. I went back to the bathroom and walked as far away from the mirror as possible. I turned and modeled myself for me a couple of times before okaying what I had chosen. I started to feel a little more confident about being with Edward for a full day.
Charlie had already left for work when I went downstairs that morning. He gets home around six o'clock tonight so I just had to make sure that Edward will get me home before that time. I grabbed a box of chocolate-dipped chewy granola bars from the kitchen and sat in the living room and waited for him. It was 7:20, I had ten minutes until he came and I was feeling anxious. I sat on the couch and waited for the doorbell to ring in ten minutes.
7:30
7:35
8:14
8:57
9:02
He wasn't coming. My heart was down in my stomach at the point where I felt like I was going to through up. My shoulders slumped and I was laying down on the couch. What the hell is going on? No, that is a stupid question. He stood me up! That is what the hell is going on. Different emotions overcame me. I was sad, I wasn't able to see him. I was angry, that he made plans with me, than just never came, maybe if he called me or something I wouldn't be as mad at him as I was feeling. But most of all I felt rejected, small, and inferior. Why would he do something like that? I knew the Cullen family didn't really branch out to other people other than themselves. Was it some big practical joke? Try and make the new kid feel special and confused then just rip away the special and make him feel only the confused and just replace the the positive feeling with negativity.
Well, you know what, screw him. I know that I am not much of prize, but he missed out on what something that could have been great.
I grabbed the keys to my truck out of the drawer that Charlie "hid" them in and took off out the door. Right now, I didn't care much if people saw me, not only breaking my grounding but also leaving town. I didn't care that I was going to get an earful from Charlie later. I just wanted out of that house. My destination? Port Angeles. I made a plan to get there today and I was going to do it whether I was with someone or not.
I had gone to several different stores, just window shopping, got some lunch and then I came across a small bookshop/coffee house that was downtown. It was a bit of a walk after I parked, but worth it. I had been here for hours since I left home this morning. I had been sitting in a chair by the window with a cup of black coffee and a copy of The Great Gatsby. It had calmed me down reasonably and filled my head with the images that was given to me by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I think I fell asleep a little after, because someone shaking my shoulder had woken me up.
"Hey kid," a voice said, "You've been here for a while now. It almost seven o'clock. I think you should probably go home now." A young woman, only a few years older than me, with warm green eyes and dirty blonde was standing above me.
I shifted my body on the chair. "Um, thank you. What time did you say it was?"
"Six thirty. You've been here for a few hours now."
Looks like Charlie beat me home.
I stepped out of the coffee shop shouting a "thanks again" over my shoulder and started making my long way back to the truck. It was getting dark out and the street lights had already turned on. I was taking turns and more turns on to different streets that were unfamiliar to me. It was starting to get cold outside and the wind had blown right through my body.
A loud noise was heard from behind me. I turn around a bunch of guys were walking, about two of them had was carrying a six pack of beer and the were stumbling around like a bunch of buffoons. They had their eyes on me, looking me up and down like kids in a candy store. I picked up the pace a bit in steps. "Pretty boy!" one called out. He must have noticed my speed up. "Oh, pretty boy! Slow down will ya? We want to talk with ya!" The rest cried out, agreeing with their friend. I started moving faster almost to the point where I looked like I was power walking. "Why you little shit!" one of them called out. I could hear the souls of their shoes hitting the concrete as they began chasing me.
Nerves curled up in my stomach. My heart was thumping in sync with the loud clomps behind me. I began running away, but my legs were to short to get away from them. One of the guys had managed to get beside me and pushed me in to an alley way. I landed on a pile of garbage that was laying on the ground. The guy who had pushed me smirked down before placing his boot on to my stomach. His buddies were all lined up behind him with the same evil glimmer in their eyes.
"Did you really think you could out run me?" the guy who had his boot on me said. He slurped up the saliva in his mouth loudly before spitting on my face and pushing his foot down harder. His spit ran down my face and on to my neck before traveling off my body and on to the garbage bag. He chuckled at my discomfort. "Bobby, Rob, grab his wrists and hold him. Greg, Nick get a leg. Spread his body out like a big," he snorted at himself, "excuse me, small X."
I struggled against the heavy weight pushing down before I felt each one of my limbs being grabbed. "Help!" I called out, "Someone help me!"
I felt a hand smack me across the face. "Shut up," one of them sneered before looking over at his friend, "figures the little fag boy would be a screamer. Guess we're going to have to gag him."
And that they did. The had taken off my right show and then the sock before stuffing the sock in my mouth. I tried screaming again, but they came out as muffles. The guy who had pushed me down first grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head up. He smirked and rubbing his crotch with his free hand. "You got a big mouth, but you are real good looking, pretty boy." He let go of my hair and my head fell back, looking at the brick wall behind me. I felt one of the undoing the button from the fly of my jeans and began to pull the zipper down. I started screaming in to the sock again and shook my arms and legs as hard as I could.
"Little shit has got some fight in him," one of them said.
I felt fingertips at the hem of my jeans and undergarments. The nails grazed lightly along the skin of my pelvis. A bright light illuminated the alley and a loud screeching sound echoed off the walls. All of the four men who had a hold on me jumped in surprise and I felt the hands of the leader retract from me. A car door slammed shut.
"Let go of him!"
I wasn't sure who it was, but they had growled really loudly at them. When they did nothing, a hissing sound was heard and my limbs were released. My head hit the cold concrete below. My vision began to become slightly cloudy. Black and purple spots were also appearing wherever I moved my eyes.
I'm really tiered. Extremely tiered. My eyes fluttered shut and I drifted into unconciousness.
Alright, another chapter done. Don't you just love the drama? What is going to happen next?
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