Chapter Eight- Not Easily Moved
Suddenly, as I realize what I had just done, and who I did it with, I feel the room begin to spin. Hot, stinging tears come to my eyes and I turn away from the group as they begin to fall. Wordlessly, I leave them and walk up to the bar. "Can I please use your phone?" I say, wiping my eyes and dialing the same number that I did every time I was in trouble, or something was bothering me. These people I was calling would never betray me, like that group I was just with did. I was going back to him, and back to them. Sure, I had broken up with the guy numerous times, but who was I kidding. Every time something happened, they were the ones who really ended up caring about me, and he always welcomed me back into his arms. The ones I was with a second ago should have stopped him, should have done something... I say only two things into the telephone: the words, "Come get me," and the address I was at. I hang up the phone and order a drink, swallowing it quickly. Damn Jeff Hardy! He was inside me now, eating away at my pride and honor, my whole reputation. And I had enjoyed the damn kiss that got it all started! I lay my head on the bar and wait for my calvary to arrive. I looked over to where the five men were standing, all in a circle around him. He looked sad, distant, almost ashamed and regretful. He was probably feeling the same way that I was, absolutely miserable. My heart told me to go talk to him, but my mind told me not to give up. And I always listen to my mind. He holds his head in his hands, then looks up at me. Our eyes meet for a moment, and I gasp at the torn apart look in his emerald green eyes. It felt as if someone took their fists and just puched all the air out of my stomach. I could hardly breathe. But it didn't matter then, anyways, because I wanted to die. I feel the tears come back again, and I turn back to the bartender and order another drink. When my true friends finally come inside the door, I immediately jump down from my seat, and into the tight circle of my cousin, Sean Waltman, Billy Gunn, Brian Armstrong, and my on-again, off-again boyfriend, Paul Levesque. Paul and Sean both put an arm around my shoulders, and I finally let all the tears that wanted to come fall. I mutter incoherently to everyone around me and feel safe again as Paul's strong arms wrap around me and the other three offering me words of comfort. I glance at the five men I was with earlier through my tears, and two faces stand out to me. First, Jason's, who rolled his eyes and stared at the men disgustedly, and Jeff's, who looked as if he would fall out and die at any second. "Didn't I tell you those little boys were nothing but trouble, Charity?" Paul says, and I shake my head yes. "I thought-" "I know, and they know, too. They knew you trusted them, and see how they took advantage of you? Come on, let's get you back to where you belong."
Suddenly, as I realize what I had just done, and who I did it with, I feel the room begin to spin. Hot, stinging tears come to my eyes and I turn away from the group as they begin to fall. Wordlessly, I leave them and walk up to the bar. "Can I please use your phone?" I say, wiping my eyes and dialing the same number that I did every time I was in trouble, or something was bothering me. These people I was calling would never betray me, like that group I was just with did. I was going back to him, and back to them. Sure, I had broken up with the guy numerous times, but who was I kidding. Every time something happened, they were the ones who really ended up caring about me, and he always welcomed me back into his arms. The ones I was with a second ago should have stopped him, should have done something... I say only two things into the telephone: the words, "Come get me," and the address I was at. I hang up the phone and order a drink, swallowing it quickly. Damn Jeff Hardy! He was inside me now, eating away at my pride and honor, my whole reputation. And I had enjoyed the damn kiss that got it all started! I lay my head on the bar and wait for my calvary to arrive. I looked over to where the five men were standing, all in a circle around him. He looked sad, distant, almost ashamed and regretful. He was probably feeling the same way that I was, absolutely miserable. My heart told me to go talk to him, but my mind told me not to give up. And I always listen to my mind. He holds his head in his hands, then looks up at me. Our eyes meet for a moment, and I gasp at the torn apart look in his emerald green eyes. It felt as if someone took their fists and just puched all the air out of my stomach. I could hardly breathe. But it didn't matter then, anyways, because I wanted to die. I feel the tears come back again, and I turn back to the bartender and order another drink. When my true friends finally come inside the door, I immediately jump down from my seat, and into the tight circle of my cousin, Sean Waltman, Billy Gunn, Brian Armstrong, and my on-again, off-again boyfriend, Paul Levesque. Paul and Sean both put an arm around my shoulders, and I finally let all the tears that wanted to come fall. I mutter incoherently to everyone around me and feel safe again as Paul's strong arms wrap around me and the other three offering me words of comfort. I glance at the five men I was with earlier through my tears, and two faces stand out to me. First, Jason's, who rolled his eyes and stared at the men disgustedly, and Jeff's, who looked as if he would fall out and die at any second. "Didn't I tell you those little boys were nothing but trouble, Charity?" Paul says, and I shake my head yes. "I thought-" "I know, and they know, too. They knew you trusted them, and see how they took advantage of you? Come on, let's get you back to where you belong."