Not That Simple - Chapter 2
iOne month ago/i
Kay applied a fresh coat of deep red lipstick as she gazed into the mirror at her reflection. Smiling with satisfaction, she stuffed the lipstick back into her purse and swung open the bathroom door.
She was at a fancy french restraunt with, much to her distress, Reese. Miguel had talked them into doubling with him and Charity, and Kay had decided to seize the advantage. After all, it wasn't every night that you shared a romantic candlelit dinner with the boy you had been in love with for years. And Kay planned to make the most of it. Charity wasn't going to know what hit her.
Kay made her way towards the table where the others were seated, enchanted by the low jazz music that filled the room. This would be a perfect first date, she thought wickedly.
Miguel greeted her with a small wave of his hand when she arrived at the table, then turned his attention back on Charity.
"So what's been going on while I've been gone?" Kay asked, trying her best to make conversation.
Charity smiled sweetly. "Oh, Miguel and I were just discussing possible marriage once we get out of high school. We figure it's going to happen anyway, so better sooner rather than later,"
iNot if I have anything to say about it, bitch!/i
Kay put on a fake smile. "That's nice. You must be so happy."
"We are," Miguel cut in. "I want to devote the rest of my life to Charity."
Reese put his arm around Kay. "I feel the same way about you, Kay."
He leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips but she was quick, and was on her feet in seconds. "Uh," she started, wiping at a wrinkle in her dress. "I don't feel so good. I think it must have been some bad roast beef or something. I'm going to call it a night."
"Let me drive you home," Miguel offered, feeling a little bit guilty although he didn't know why. He hadn't done anything to upset Kay, had he?
"No, Miguel, I'll just take the bus. I don't want to spoil your evening too," Kay hurried away before anything more could be said, leaving the others to pick up the tab. All she knew was that she had to get far, far away from there.
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Tears blurred her vision as she made her way out onto the street. She was panting for breath by the time she got to the sidewalk, and she had to stop and collect her thoughts.
Most days she was in control. Most days she could just force herself to turn all the hurt and pain into negative feelings towards Charity, that was her way of dealing with things. But tonight she had just let loose; let her emotions get the better of her. Big mistake, she knew.
Why couldn't it be her that was sitting beside Miguel? Why was it Charity? What was so great about Charity anyways? The questions flooded Kay's mind, but she came up without an answer.
Once upon a time it had been her by Miguel's side, laughing freely and sliding in and out of conversations. She vowed to herself that she would never take for granted the comfort of friendship again, now that it had been lost. Now the conversations between herself and Miguel seemed forced and hollow.
And she was crying again.
Picking herself up, she wiped at her eyes until she could see clearly again. It wasn't until then that she noticed that she had stumbled into a dark alley. She was too caught up in her own pain and angst to notice where she was walking.
She had to keep herself from gagging, the stench of the place was so overpowering. "Great," she muttered to herself. "Now I'm probably going to miss the bus for sure,"
"I could give you a lift, sweetums," a voice cut through the darkness.
Kay spun around to see where the voice was coming from, her throat tightening with fear. She could see the outline of a face, as he stepped closer she was able to see more detail.
To say he was not pleasent to look at would be an understatement. He had wild, shaggy hair, which was tied back into a short stub of a ponytail. He had cruel, jet-black eyes which seemed to have lost any signs of humanity long ago. He was obviously one of those druggies, who was half glazed over; half looking for trouble.
"N-no thanks, I'm meeting someone. But...uh, thanks for the offer anyways," Kay tried to keep her voice calm, as she backed away slowly.
"I'm sure whoever it is can wait," the stranger pressed, moving closer to her. "I'm sure a pretty lady like yourself wouldn't want to wait out here all alone. There could be danger of some sort, know what I'm sayin'?
By now he was about two feet from her, and her whole body was trembling with fear. His eyes burned into hers, as if daring her to make a move. She stood frozen to the spot. The feeling had suddenly vanished from her legs.
"My Dad is a cop. Just let me pass and there will be no trouble," she finally managed to blurt out, her voice becoming a high pitched squeak.
"Let's say, you and me, play a little game of cops and robbers shall we?" he took hold of her arm and yanked her to him, pressing her up against him. "That dress is very becoming of you. Is it silk?"
"LET ME GO!" Kay shrieked, but the sound of her voice did not seem to even register in his head. Or he blocked it out; as he probably did all his other victims.
What happened next were events that were probably never supposed to happen. It wasn't real. They weren't happening to her. There must have been some mistake; some mixup with God and he had sent her to the wrong place by accident. This wasn't Kay Bennett, crying out in pain from things she knew she shouldn't be feeling. No, there had to be some mistake. Kay was a good girl. Sure she had schemed a lot; made some mistakes. But her heart had remained untouched, still yearning for the innocence of a first kiss. Until now.
Ripped dresses and blood and dirtyness were the sum of what Kay felt that night. She could never clearly remember events, only feelings. And there was a new feeling that Kay felt that night. Unlike most rape victims, she didn't feel guilty. She didn't take the pain inwards and constantly beat up on herself, convincing herself that she caused it to happen.
She knew there was only one person to blame. Miguel.
iOne month ago/i
Kay applied a fresh coat of deep red lipstick as she gazed into the mirror at her reflection. Smiling with satisfaction, she stuffed the lipstick back into her purse and swung open the bathroom door.
She was at a fancy french restraunt with, much to her distress, Reese. Miguel had talked them into doubling with him and Charity, and Kay had decided to seize the advantage. After all, it wasn't every night that you shared a romantic candlelit dinner with the boy you had been in love with for years. And Kay planned to make the most of it. Charity wasn't going to know what hit her.
Kay made her way towards the table where the others were seated, enchanted by the low jazz music that filled the room. This would be a perfect first date, she thought wickedly.
Miguel greeted her with a small wave of his hand when she arrived at the table, then turned his attention back on Charity.
"So what's been going on while I've been gone?" Kay asked, trying her best to make conversation.
Charity smiled sweetly. "Oh, Miguel and I were just discussing possible marriage once we get out of high school. We figure it's going to happen anyway, so better sooner rather than later,"
iNot if I have anything to say about it, bitch!/i
Kay put on a fake smile. "That's nice. You must be so happy."
"We are," Miguel cut in. "I want to devote the rest of my life to Charity."
Reese put his arm around Kay. "I feel the same way about you, Kay."
He leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips but she was quick, and was on her feet in seconds. "Uh," she started, wiping at a wrinkle in her dress. "I don't feel so good. I think it must have been some bad roast beef or something. I'm going to call it a night."
"Let me drive you home," Miguel offered, feeling a little bit guilty although he didn't know why. He hadn't done anything to upset Kay, had he?
"No, Miguel, I'll just take the bus. I don't want to spoil your evening too," Kay hurried away before anything more could be said, leaving the others to pick up the tab. All she knew was that she had to get far, far away from there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tears blurred her vision as she made her way out onto the street. She was panting for breath by the time she got to the sidewalk, and she had to stop and collect her thoughts.
Most days she was in control. Most days she could just force herself to turn all the hurt and pain into negative feelings towards Charity, that was her way of dealing with things. But tonight she had just let loose; let her emotions get the better of her. Big mistake, she knew.
Why couldn't it be her that was sitting beside Miguel? Why was it Charity? What was so great about Charity anyways? The questions flooded Kay's mind, but she came up without an answer.
Once upon a time it had been her by Miguel's side, laughing freely and sliding in and out of conversations. She vowed to herself that she would never take for granted the comfort of friendship again, now that it had been lost. Now the conversations between herself and Miguel seemed forced and hollow.
And she was crying again.
Picking herself up, she wiped at her eyes until she could see clearly again. It wasn't until then that she noticed that she had stumbled into a dark alley. She was too caught up in her own pain and angst to notice where she was walking.
She had to keep herself from gagging, the stench of the place was so overpowering. "Great," she muttered to herself. "Now I'm probably going to miss the bus for sure,"
"I could give you a lift, sweetums," a voice cut through the darkness.
Kay spun around to see where the voice was coming from, her throat tightening with fear. She could see the outline of a face, as he stepped closer she was able to see more detail.
To say he was not pleasent to look at would be an understatement. He had wild, shaggy hair, which was tied back into a short stub of a ponytail. He had cruel, jet-black eyes which seemed to have lost any signs of humanity long ago. He was obviously one of those druggies, who was half glazed over; half looking for trouble.
"N-no thanks, I'm meeting someone. But...uh, thanks for the offer anyways," Kay tried to keep her voice calm, as she backed away slowly.
"I'm sure whoever it is can wait," the stranger pressed, moving closer to her. "I'm sure a pretty lady like yourself wouldn't want to wait out here all alone. There could be danger of some sort, know what I'm sayin'?
By now he was about two feet from her, and her whole body was trembling with fear. His eyes burned into hers, as if daring her to make a move. She stood frozen to the spot. The feeling had suddenly vanished from her legs.
"My Dad is a cop. Just let me pass and there will be no trouble," she finally managed to blurt out, her voice becoming a high pitched squeak.
"Let's say, you and me, play a little game of cops and robbers shall we?" he took hold of her arm and yanked her to him, pressing her up against him. "That dress is very becoming of you. Is it silk?"
"LET ME GO!" Kay shrieked, but the sound of her voice did not seem to even register in his head. Or he blocked it out; as he probably did all his other victims.
What happened next were events that were probably never supposed to happen. It wasn't real. They weren't happening to her. There must have been some mistake; some mixup with God and he had sent her to the wrong place by accident. This wasn't Kay Bennett, crying out in pain from things she knew she shouldn't be feeling. No, there had to be some mistake. Kay was a good girl. Sure she had schemed a lot; made some mistakes. But her heart had remained untouched, still yearning for the innocence of a first kiss. Until now.
Ripped dresses and blood and dirtyness were the sum of what Kay felt that night. She could never clearly remember events, only feelings. And there was a new feeling that Kay felt that night. Unlike most rape victims, she didn't feel guilty. She didn't take the pain inwards and constantly beat up on herself, convincing herself that she caused it to happen.
She knew there was only one person to blame. Miguel.