Twilight: Channy Edition

Chapter 11


"You're leaving?" Tawni asked me, as I threw in all of my clothes angrily. I zipped up my suitcase when it was all filled, then took out my other suitcase to fill that one, too. I had alot of clothes, but still not nearly as much as Tawni had.

"Yes, why?" I shot back angrily, on a rampage. I wasn't even mad at Tawni, but I wanted a reason to be.

"Because I don't want you to leave." She replied, trying to unzip my suitcase and take out everything, like how she did a long time ago. I jerked my suitcase away from her and shot her look; a look that made her stop in her tracks, looking frightened.

"I know you want me to leave, Tawni. Don't pretend like you're not happy about it."

"What are you talking about? Have you gone mad?" Before I could even reply to her, or even have the time to blink, someone was pounding on the door and trying to open it. I knew it was Chad, and I had no doubt about it, so I ignored it and continued on.

"No I haven't gone mad, I know you never liked me. Fake! That's all you are! A fake!" I shouted, throwing a pair of socks at her, even though she was only a few feet away from me and I could easily hit her. But I wasn't that violent, so I decided not to hit her.

"Sonny! I'm sorry!" Chad shouted through the door. I laughed bitterly and threw socks at the door too, hoping that maybe they could fly through and hit Chad. Not that socks would even hurt, anyways. I was a wreck.

"I'm not fake, I can promise you that." She mumbled, handing me a washcloth. I looked at, arching my eyebrows. I hadn't even noticed I was crying, and that's why she gave me the washcloth. I threw it on the floor and ignored her "kind" gesture. She wasn't kind. It was all fake.

She bent down and picked up the washcloth, giving me a mean look. I didn't care though, she wasn't my real friend. Nobody was my real friend. I could trust nobody.

"I'm sorry you can't make reasonable choices, and you fail to see who your true friends are. Just because Portlyn's a bitch, doesn't mean we all are. Blame it on the single soul, not everybody." Tawni said calmly, almost as if she did truly care. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. It was hard for me to tell anymore.

"Maybe you're right, Tawni. But does it really make a difference now? As anything ever made a difference in the end? I already made up my mind. So even if you are my friend, and if you do want me to stay, i'm still going." I finished zipping up my second suitcase and put both upright on the floor. I pulled up the handles and started rolling them to the other door, the one where Chad wasn't waiting.

"I hope you don't regret your decision, Sonny. Because you don't get a second chance." She said softly, water building at the bottom of her eyelids.

"I want to go home." I replied. Without saying bye, or hugging, or do anything that showed we were friends or once friends, I left her standing by the door of the dressing room, watching me down the hall.


"I'm going home." I whispered to myself excitedly, walking out into the parking lot where my car was. I was going to the airport, then I would be home in Wisconsin in no time. I didn't really miss Wisconsin that much, but it was better than Hollywood by a long shot.

I slid open my cellphone, checking the time and any missed calls or messages. Nothing. I was unwanted. It was eight o' clock, and it was already extremely dark. I had no recepetion on my cellphone, so I couldn't call my mom to tell her I was coming. I looked for the nearest payphone, but it was all the way at the end of the street, by a dark alley. Great. I had no other option though, and I had to call my mom.

I ran down to the payphone, making sure there was someone around. There were people in the one-stop shop across the street, so it felt safe enough. I put in my change and started to dial my home phone, but the phone was snatched out my hand. I thought it was Chad.

"Chad!" I grumbled, but it wasn't Chad. Suddenly the whole alley incident from when I was dating Tom was replaying in my mind. My stomach felt sick, and I tried to scream, but the guy clasped his hand over my mouth and pulled me into the shadowed part of the alley.

"What is a girl like you doing out at this time?" His breath smelled like garlic, and it was so strong it made my eyes water. He took his hand off my mouth, but he still had me pinned up against the wall, with my arms above my head.

"It-it's only eight." I stuttered, ready to scream in a minute. He saw me open my mouth to scream again, though, and he covered it again.

"Shut up, or i'll kill you right now." He threatened, his eyebrows knitted together, showing that he was really angry. I was going to get killed anyways, so I would try again after he took his hand off my mouth.

"So, does a pretty girl like you have a boyfriend?" He took his hand off my mouth so I could speak.

"No." I admitted glumly, thinking of Chad. To tell you the truth, I was thinking of Chad the whole time. Hoping he would save me. But he hated me after what happened.

"Really? Why not? You seem like someone who would satisfy any man's needs." My stomach was churning now. I knew I was going to get raped, thanks to his obvious hint. I started to cry, which made him smile.

"Please let me go." I begged, as he started taking off my jacket. I couldn't run, I was too slow. If I ran, he would kill me. Maybe he wouldn't kill me, and just rape me. So I decided not to run. Pleading was the only option.

"Don't worry, hun, I won't hurt you. Maybe a little." He laughed, taking off my belt next. I screamed and tried to kick him in the face, but he grabbed my foot and tripped me to the floor. I tried to get up, but he pinned me down and was on top of me.

It didn't feel real. I thought it was a dream. I tried to blink my eyes really tight, then open them, but I was still in the alley. I kept screaming, until finally he shoved a handkerchief in my mouth. It tasted bad.

"Now you asked for it, bitch." He growled, trying to take off my shirt. I kept screaming, even with a gag in my mouth, but nobody was going to come. Nobody was ever going to save a girl like me. I was mean to Tawni and Chad. I thought Zora was a freak, so I never really liked her. Nico and Grady were in their own little worlds, so I never spoke to them. And Portlyn...let's just say she would be happy to see me so helpless.

I closed my eyes tight, not wanting to see anything anymore. I would rather be dead.

Suddenly there was a loud thud, and the man was no longer on me. I opened my eyes, not able to see very well what was going since it was so dark in the alley. I heard loud grunting, and skin being punched and beaten. I pulled me down my shirt which was almost over my head, and sat up. Another man was fighting the man who was trying to rape me. I wanted to help, but I didn't know what to do. So I just layed back down on the cold ground, waiting for it all to be over.

A man screamed. I think it was the one who trying to rape me. There was another thud, probably my almost-rapist falling, and I was lifted into someone's arms. My saviour's arms.

"Oh Sonny," He sobbed. I knew it was Chad. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know. He was running out of the alley with me in his arms, and I heard a car door open. We were getting into his car, probably to go to the hospital. I opened my eyes so he would know I was alive. He probably thought I was injured, but I wasn't.

"I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry." He whispered, as I grabbed onto his leather jacket with my hand, burying my face in it. I missed his smell. I hope that doesn't sound weird.

"Why are you sorry...you saved me." I mumbled, looking up at his face. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking straight ahead, not wanting to look at me.

"You always save me." I laughed pathetically, trying to joke about it. It was too early for joking, though.

"Yeah, how do you always manage to get yourself into such suitations?" He laughed half-heartedly. I got off his lap and moved into the passengers seat, where I looked off into the distance, just like how he had. He didn't put the keys in, so we weren't going to the hospital after all. Not that I wanted to, I hated that place.

"Thank you and sorry. Thank you for saving me, but sorry you had to save me." I crossed my arms, trying to keep in a little warmth. The night was brisk, and the wind was cold when it blew occasionally.

"Your welcome and my pleasure. I'm just glad you're safe."

Silence.

"I bet you really want to get the hell outta here now, huh?" He asked me, handing me his jacket, noticing my goosebumps. I smiled meekly and put it on.

"Sonny, you can't leave me. You can't ever leave me, ever. I love you too much."

I turned my head the other direction.

"If you want to leave, I guess that's your decision. But if there's anything I can do to prevent it, give me a hint. You can't leave me. I won't let you. We don't have to be a couple, we don't have to be anything. Just let me be able to see your beautiful face. Let me see your brilliant smile. If you leave, you're taking away all that i've ever loved. Don't be a thief, Sonny."

"I don't know what to do, anymore. You choose for me." I finally said, burying my face in my hands. Would he tell me to leave?

"Stay. But only if you want to, I don't want to force you." He answered almost immediatly.

"Chad, I don't want to stay-"

"Oh."

"I don't want to stay," I repeated, "if we won't be a couple." His face didn't light up, like I imagined. But he did smile. I knew I had lost alot of his trust. I had lost alot of everything. But I would get it all back. Time was generous like that.

Time was always generous to me. I guess you just don't seem to notice how good you've got it until it's gone.


A/N This is not the last chapter. Next chapter is. Review please. Gracias. :]