She sat there on the steps crying. It was so embarrassing, she kept
thinking to herself; being left alone at the prom, just because she didn't
want to do anything more than go to the dance with him. So what did he do?
He left her at the school, in her new dress that she had just gotten two
days ago.
She dug her cell phone out of her purse and began to dial her parent's phone number. Before she could finish dialing, however, she stopped. What was she thinking? Her parents would not only kill her, but they would never let her date again, let alone go to a dance, even in a group. Trying to think of someone else, Hogan found a little piece of paper that had fallen out of her purse when she took out her phone. She bit her lip and slowly dialed the number, hoping he wouldn't kill her.
~*~
'What the heck,' he thought to himself as he got up out of bed and walked over to his dresser. He picked up the phone, which he had absent-mindedly left over there, and turned it on. "Hello," he said.
"S-Simon," a shaky voice said.
He tried to think of why that voice sounded so familiar. "Hogan?"
"Yeah...it's me. I-I..." How was she going to tell him that she was alone at the school without adult supervision, not to mention the fact that she was outside?
"Hogan, what's going on," he asked, now concerned. He had only met her once, but knew her voice a little too well to know that she was all right.
She took a deep breath. "Promise you won't yell?"
"I promise. Now what's going on?" He sat back down on the bed.
"I didn't want to do what he wanted to do, so he left me here. Craig, that is. My date. He just left me here, outside the school." A few tears started to fall down the side of her face. "Simon, will you please come get me? I'd call my parents, but they would flip out, I know it."
He just sat there for a moment. "Uh...what about your aunt? Don't you think she could help you out?"
"I can't tell her! She'd kill me even more! I mean she's the one who warned me about him. Please, Simon, will you come get me?"
"Okay, okay, sit tight. I'll be there soon."
She took a shaky deep breath. "Thank you," she said quietly.
"Everything is going to be all right, Hogan, trust me, okay?" He stood up and looked for something to throw on.
"Okay." She said in almost a whisper. "Thank you."
"No problem. I'll be there soon," he said in a soothing voice.
"Yeah. Bye." She turned her phone off and sat back down and waited for him to come.
Throwing on a pair of jeans and a West Point t-shirt, Simon grabbed his shoes, put them on, and searched for his keys, which ended up being under the phone. He quickly left the small apartment and drove over to Hogan's high school.
~*~
Hogan stood up when she saw an approaching car. It had to be him. He was the only person she knew of who drove a black Suburban with tinted windows.
Simon turned off the car and got out and walked around to where Hogan was standing. "See, I told you I'd be here." He gave her a small smile and helped her into the SUV.
"Thank you," she said when he got back into the car.
"Like I said, you're welcome. Let's get you home, okay," he said as he pulled back into the street.
"NO!" She yelled, causing Simon to swerve and almost lose control of the car.
He pulled over to the side of the road, put the car in park, and looked over at her. "What do you mean? Won't your parents be worried?"
"They aren't expecting me. Aunt CJ is. She said that I could go over there after the prom since she lives closer to the school than I do. If you take me home, my parents--"
"Will know something's wrong," he finished for her. "Okay, Aunt CJ's it is," he said as he put the car back into drive and drove to CJ's apartment.
~*~
Pacing around, CJ contemplated calling the police. It was 1:00am, and she still hadn't come back. Even though the stalker had been caught, CJ still felt as if she had a duty to take special care of Hogan. She was about to pick up the phone when there was a knock at the door. CJ nearly ran to it and opened it. "Oh thank G-d you're all right!" She said as she threw her arms around Hogan.
"I'm fine, Aunt CJ," Hogan said, in tears once again.
It was then that CJ noticed Simon standing behind Hogan. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?" She smiled softly at him.
"Well, it's a bit of a long story," he said, looking at Hogan.
"Oh...right." Hogan said, remembering the promise she made to Simon. "Aunt CJ, I need to talk to you."
"Okay, let's go in the living room." She looked back up at Simon. "Thanks for bringing her back."
"Um, is it all right if he stays? I might need protecting after I tell you about what happened..."
"Okay..." CJ said with a confused look on her face. She opened the door further and gestured for Simon to come in as well. "So, what happened?"
TBC?????
She dug her cell phone out of her purse and began to dial her parent's phone number. Before she could finish dialing, however, she stopped. What was she thinking? Her parents would not only kill her, but they would never let her date again, let alone go to a dance, even in a group. Trying to think of someone else, Hogan found a little piece of paper that had fallen out of her purse when she took out her phone. She bit her lip and slowly dialed the number, hoping he wouldn't kill her.
~*~
'What the heck,' he thought to himself as he got up out of bed and walked over to his dresser. He picked up the phone, which he had absent-mindedly left over there, and turned it on. "Hello," he said.
"S-Simon," a shaky voice said.
He tried to think of why that voice sounded so familiar. "Hogan?"
"Yeah...it's me. I-I..." How was she going to tell him that she was alone at the school without adult supervision, not to mention the fact that she was outside?
"Hogan, what's going on," he asked, now concerned. He had only met her once, but knew her voice a little too well to know that she was all right.
She took a deep breath. "Promise you won't yell?"
"I promise. Now what's going on?" He sat back down on the bed.
"I didn't want to do what he wanted to do, so he left me here. Craig, that is. My date. He just left me here, outside the school." A few tears started to fall down the side of her face. "Simon, will you please come get me? I'd call my parents, but they would flip out, I know it."
He just sat there for a moment. "Uh...what about your aunt? Don't you think she could help you out?"
"I can't tell her! She'd kill me even more! I mean she's the one who warned me about him. Please, Simon, will you come get me?"
"Okay, okay, sit tight. I'll be there soon."
She took a shaky deep breath. "Thank you," she said quietly.
"Everything is going to be all right, Hogan, trust me, okay?" He stood up and looked for something to throw on.
"Okay." She said in almost a whisper. "Thank you."
"No problem. I'll be there soon," he said in a soothing voice.
"Yeah. Bye." She turned her phone off and sat back down and waited for him to come.
Throwing on a pair of jeans and a West Point t-shirt, Simon grabbed his shoes, put them on, and searched for his keys, which ended up being under the phone. He quickly left the small apartment and drove over to Hogan's high school.
~*~
Hogan stood up when she saw an approaching car. It had to be him. He was the only person she knew of who drove a black Suburban with tinted windows.
Simon turned off the car and got out and walked around to where Hogan was standing. "See, I told you I'd be here." He gave her a small smile and helped her into the SUV.
"Thank you," she said when he got back into the car.
"Like I said, you're welcome. Let's get you home, okay," he said as he pulled back into the street.
"NO!" She yelled, causing Simon to swerve and almost lose control of the car.
He pulled over to the side of the road, put the car in park, and looked over at her. "What do you mean? Won't your parents be worried?"
"They aren't expecting me. Aunt CJ is. She said that I could go over there after the prom since she lives closer to the school than I do. If you take me home, my parents--"
"Will know something's wrong," he finished for her. "Okay, Aunt CJ's it is," he said as he put the car back into drive and drove to CJ's apartment.
~*~
Pacing around, CJ contemplated calling the police. It was 1:00am, and she still hadn't come back. Even though the stalker had been caught, CJ still felt as if she had a duty to take special care of Hogan. She was about to pick up the phone when there was a knock at the door. CJ nearly ran to it and opened it. "Oh thank G-d you're all right!" She said as she threw her arms around Hogan.
"I'm fine, Aunt CJ," Hogan said, in tears once again.
It was then that CJ noticed Simon standing behind Hogan. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?" She smiled softly at him.
"Well, it's a bit of a long story," he said, looking at Hogan.
"Oh...right." Hogan said, remembering the promise she made to Simon. "Aunt CJ, I need to talk to you."
"Okay, let's go in the living room." She looked back up at Simon. "Thanks for bringing her back."
"Um, is it all right if he stays? I might need protecting after I tell you about what happened..."
"Okay..." CJ said with a confused look on her face. She opened the door further and gestured for Simon to come in as well. "So, what happened?"
TBC?????