Chapter 38

"Sadie." Warm breath tickled my ear and I shivered. "Sadie."

"Mmm…" I snuggled in closer to the rock hard chest that was slowly rising up and down. It was lightly scented with Old Spice and the smell drove me crazy. I wanted to kiss every inch of him, but I refrained from doing so. As much as I wanted him, I was sure I would freak out in the middle and ruin the mood. I wasn't ready to go anywhere near 'all the way,' well… not right now anyway.

"You need to get up."

"I'm good right here. The plane can leave without me." My lips tickled his chest as I spoke and I could feel the already rock hard muscles tighten. I smiled and kissed it, hoping that Tom liked that. That's all I was going to do.

Tom stroked my hair. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." I mumbled, my lips pressed against him. Tom stared down at me curiously, but was even more surprised when I started leaving kisses trailing from his chest all the way up to his mouth. I gently pressed my lips to his gently and then backed off. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." I said sheepishly. I guess I lied when I said that was all I was going to do.

Tom's face remained black until he reached out and pulled my face to his, gently returning the kiss I had started. We relaxed and Tom slowly pulled me back down, my chest against his. Tom's hands ran down my back and stopped at the small of it, and even though I was wearing a big t-shirt, it still made me shiver. His touch was so light and perfect that Sean was pushed out of my mind completely and all I could think about was Tom.

I opened my eyes to glance at the clock and immediately pushed away from Tom. "Crap!" I had to leave in 20 minutes. I made a mad dash for my suitcase and pulled out the first t-shirt and jeans I could find.

"Why'd you wake me up so late?" I asked hurriedly while grabbing my undergarments.

"We forgot to set an alarm." Tom shrugged and sat up against the headboard. I only nodded my head and ran into the bathroom, stripping my clothes as soon the door was closed. My reflection in the mirror caught my attention. I stopped what I was doing and stared back at myself. I still had the bruises, but they were light and fading. A couple of months ago I would have looked in the mirror and saw a 17 year old girl who still acted like she was a kid, but the new girl had a matured face. I didn't know if it was because I was gone for seven months and learned what it was like to be responsible for myself, or because of the recent incident.

I quickly finished dressing and ran a brush through my hair a few times. As I applied my makeup I couldn't help but mentally grin at what just happened a few minutes before. It wasn't much, but definitely a start. Especially because I had started it.

I walked out of the bathroom holding Tom's clothes, to find him staring out the window. "Where do you want me to put these?"

His eyes left the window and met mine as a small smile crept onto his face. "Just put them on my suitcase. I'll deal with them later."

I did what he said and looked at the clock. 10 minutes till my mom would come and get me. Tom suddenly got out the huge bed and walked to the suitcase next to me "Wanna smoke?" Before I even answered, he was already rustling around in his suitcase looking for the box of cancer sticks and a lighter.

We had just put out our cigarettes when there was a knock at the door. "Sadie? Are you up? It's time to leave."

"I'll be right out mom." I called. I put the last few items that were lying around, in my suitcase, and was ready to leave. I wheeled it to the door and set it against the wall, turning back to Tom. He had put a shirt on before going outside because it was little cold.

Tom put a hand on my shoulder and slowly ran it down my arm, leaving me to crave for his touch even more. "I know you're worried Sadie, but do not let that little worm get away with this. He deserves to be thrown in jail for what he did, and it's up to you to see that it happens. "

"Yea but-"

"Sadie, please." Tom almost pleaded. "It would help me sleep better at night, knowing that ass is in jail."

"I'm not making any promises, but I'll consider it."

"That's my girl!" Tom pecked my lips, but I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, so he couldn't go anywhere. Tom's arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer.

Just outside the door, my mom was beginning to get impatient.

"Did you tell her you were ready to go?" Bill asked. He, along with Carol, Gustav and Georg, wanted to say goodbye before I left and were now waiting in the hallway.

"Yes, about four or five minutes ago. She said she'd be right out."

Bill rolled his eyes and pounded loudly on our door. "Quit sucking each others faces off and hurry up!"

Bill just had to ruin it. Tom groaned and pulled away, a scowl was painted on his face. I was a bit annoyed to because we were getting close to how we were last night, and I wanted to try and get past that.

"Coming!"

"Yea right…" Bill mumbled.

"I guess I gotta go now…" I sighed and untangled my arms from around Tom's neck.

"Thank God it's only for a week." Tom said and grabbed my suitcase before I could.

"Seriously." I agreed and opened the door to be met with four grumpy faces. "Sorry for making you guys wait a whole FIVE minutes." I said in a sarcastic tone.

"It's only a week guys." Bill said bluntly. "You'll have plenty of time to 'get to know each other' a bit more when she comes back." Tom and I glared at Bill, who just gave us a cheeky smile.

Paparazzi followed my mom and I all the way to the airport, but thankfully weren't aloud inside. I just had to deal with the paparazzos in training, AKA the fans. They would come in large clusters to talk to me and get pictures, but were soon shooed away by the airport security. I was, of course, badgered about the picture and the rape, but I never commented about it. I would just act like I didn't hear it and compliment something a fan was wearing. Then that fan would say 'You really like it?' with wide eyes and then quickly tell me where they got it. Honestly, I didn't really care where they got it, because I didn't really like it. I bet I made their day.

The plane ride wasn't so bad. We had first class and there weren't that many seats that were occupied. Luckily, they were all adults and didn't give a rat's ass who I was.

***

I'm a goofy goober! ROCK!

You're a goofy goober! ROCK!

We're all goofy goobers! ROCK!

Goofy goofy goober goober! ROCK!

Carol was leaning against Bill's chest as they watched Spongebob rock out to Goofy Goober on the TV screen. Those shows had quickly become their favorite (it was already Carols), and were always seen watching it together. Carol tried not to laugh when Bill yelled "ROCK!" with Spongebob.

She mindless played with her long, waist length hair until she felt split ends and looked away from the TV.

"I need to cut my hair." She frowned and brought pieces of her hair closer to her face to inspect.

"Why?" Bill pulled his attention away from yellow sponge to look at her. "I think it's pretty."

Carol sighed. "It use to be, but it needs to be cut. It's too long and has too many split ends."

Bill took a piece of her hair and also inspected the ends. "I'm sure we can easily solve the split end problem."

"But it's too long." Carol said again. "I want it to be shorter."

"How short?"

"Like… four inches past my shoulder."

"Ooo!" Bill sat up excitedly. "Let me cut it!"

"What?"

"I want to cut your hair!" Bill was always up to play hairstylist.

"Well… I was just going to get it cut in California…."

"Aw come on! It will be fun! I'm good at it and I cut my own hair to!"

"I don't know Bill."

"Carol." Bill pouted. "Please?"

"But I trust my hair stylist back home." Carol tried not to sound mean.

"You… you don't trust me?" Bills eyes saddened.

"Of course I do!" Carol exclaimed. "It's just… my stylist has been cutting my hair for a while now. She knows what I like and… I really don't want to risk somebody else cutting it."

"Because you don't trust me." Bill stated sadly.

Carol moved off Bills chest and turned to him. "I said I trust you!"

"Then why won't you let me cut it?" Bill refused to look at Carol and found a sudden interest in his nails.

"Because. Ugh! You know what? Never mind." Carols eyes focused on Spongebob, but she wasn't really paying attention.

"No." Bill turned off the TV.

"Hey!" Carol grabbed for the remote, but Bill made sure she couldn't get it.

"I want to know why you don't trust me." Bill put the remote underneath him and sat on it

"I was watching that!" Carol attempted to push Bill over, but surprisingly, he wouldn't budge.

"You don't trust me?" The question was more started then asked.

"I told you. I do trust you." Carol caught his chocolate eyes.

"Then show it."

"So if I let you cut my hair, then that proves I trust you? Hell no!"

"Obviously you don't then." Bill shrugged nonchalantly and took interest in his nails again.

"Oh come on Bill!" Carol was beginning to get frustrated. "Are we seriously arguing about this just because I won't let you cut my hair?"

"Yes!" Bill sat up straighter.

"This is stupid!"

"No it's not!" Bill shouted. "I need to know my girl friend trusts me!"

"Bill. Listen to yourself. We're arguing about how I won't let you cut my hair. This is stupid!" Bill rolled his eyes. "You know I trust you. Stop trying to make something out of nothing."

"I'm not trying to make something out of nothing!" He crossed his arms like a child in time out.

"Yes you are!"

"Fine Carol." Bill suddenly got off the bed and headed to the door. "Why am I with you when you can't even trust me?"

"Stop being a drama queen Bill."

"I'm not being a drama queen! Ugh!" Bill flung the door open and stomped over to Tom's room.

"I swear that boy PMS's." Carol grabbed the remote and turned Spongebob back on, more then just a little ticked off at Bill's childness.

***

Unfortunately, there was Paparazzi waiting for me as soon as I walked out of the airport. Dawn and my security team met up with me at the entrance, and made sure I had a safe passage through the sea of photographers. We all piled into the limo that was waiting to take me back home. Dawn had thought the limo would be a much easier way of transporting security and my bags back to my house.

I laid my head on my mom's shoulder, tired from the long flight back from Germany. I didn't get much sleep on the plane because I was too busy trying to make up my decision about Sean.

Dawn quickly filled me in on what she did while I was in Germany. Apparently she put out a statement saying something like, 'All kids experiment at one time or another, and rest assured, Sadie Hawkins hasn't touched the stuff since. She is trying to remain a good role model for your kids, and in no way possible is she trying to get your kids to start doing drugs. Sadie regrets experimenting with it and is upset the picture came out. She is dealing with a lot as you guys know, and right now we are just asking for support from you guys.' It was pretty good I had to admit, but then she started to tell me what she wanted me to do about the rape case. I tried to tune her out, but she noticed and made me pay attention. She told me what everyone else had. Get Sean's ass in jail.

The limo pulled up to my house and, of course, my house was swarmed with the media. I don't know how, but they found out I was coming home for a few days. As the limo came to a stop on the driveway, the media surrounded the vehicle, making it hard to get out. The security forced the door open and were the first ones out, and then Dawn, my mother and then I. I had put my sunglasses on right before exiting because I didn't want the media to see the annoyed expression in my eyes.

I glanced at the doorway to my house and saw a bunch of reporters and photographers surrounding someone. I squinted to see whom and almost gasped. Sean ignored the people around him and stared out at me. What the hell was he doing at my house?

I took a deep breath and nodded to the security that I was ready to be pulled through the media.

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Ok, so I kinda have bad news.

Because its nearing summer time, I'm getting busier all the time and I'm getting no sleep. I've never been so tired in my life as I have been for the last month.

As you guys know, my life is interfering with my story.

So I have decided that I will be posting once a week (Tuesday nights).

It's not like I'm quitting this story, because believe me, I want to finish it so I can move onto the sequel *squeal*. So yes, I will be posting once a week instead of twice.

But since I said I would post this weekend, I'm going to try to get one up tomorrow after work. I'll also post this tuesday, but starting NEXT week, once a week postings.I'm sorry guys. I really do wish my life could just pause it self while I type a chapter up for you guys.

Maybe on RARE occasions, I'll be able to post twice a week. At least you have another night in the week to look forward to.

I really don't want to lose readers because of this. Don't leave me guys :(

-Debbie