A/N: Sorry it took so long to write the next chapter ^^; It's just that I
kinda got behind in getting the next volumes of my mangas, so I just
reciently bought the new ones that I needed (I was behind 8 books ^^;;)
And I've been spending the last couple days reading them, so, I'm caught up
now, so here's the next chap, enjoy!
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I tried to scream, but before my brain could respond, Jason roughly threw me down on top of a pile of trash-filled black garbage bags, knocking the wind out of me. He then rolled on top of me, covering my mouth with his, blocking any chance of me calling for help. I tried to fight hm off, to kick and hit him, but he seemed impervious to pain and none of my thrashings hurt him. He was just too strong and easilly pinned me down with minimal effort. I felt his hand unbutton my purple jacket, slowly creeping under my shirt, up my bare stomach, and I tried vainly to stop him...but of course I had no effect on him. His tongue was groping around all the way at the back of my throat, nearly gaging me.
My God! I was going to get raped. I was going to get raped and I couldn't do anything about it! And by my own crush too! Why do your idols always turn out to be huge creeps once you get to know them? Oh God...I had always imagined my first time being sweet and romantic, with the one I loved in the perfect place...but this...It just hurt so much to know there was nothing I could do to stop it! I felt like a rabbit caught in a snare, like a butterfly with its wings pulled off. All I could do was grin and bear it and hope to death that I didn't get pregnant or contract a disease...My God! Tears ran freely down my face as I still continued feebly trying to push him away. But then...
I opened my eyes and looked up in disbelief as he suddenly pulled away from me. He still had me pinned down, but his head was up and his eyes weary, looking in the direction of the street where the sound of a car or some sort of vehicle was growing louder. The light from the headlights was now visible, driving away the looming shadows of the dark alley. Someone was coming! Someone was driving past! Someone who may be able to help me! I crossed my fingers and wished to God that that car could be a police car...even though I new that probably wasn't the case. Cops rarely circled the streets here in Kingsport...It's supposed to be a crime-free neighborhood! A safe one!
Sure enough the vehicle zoomed into view and both of us could see it was just some guy on a motorcycle. Not a cop, but still.
I quickly took advantage of the free movement to yell out as loud as I could with Jason's weight crushing my lungs. "Help me! Help me! Please!"
"Hey! Shut up you!" He slapped me, then clamped my mouth shut with his hand. But it was too late. My shout had been heard. The rumbling of the motorcycle engine stopped for a second, then restarted as the driver turned his bike around and sped back to my imprisonment. "You little bitch," he cursed at me, rolling off me. I tried to quickly get up, but he shoved me back down, smacking my head ahainst the side of the brick wall, causing me to cry out involuntarilly. "I'll deal with you later," came his snarling voice from somewhere in front of me as he turned to face the approaching person.
The stranger hopped off his bike and threw his helmet on the floor. "Hey! You! Leaver her alone!"
No matter how pitch black it was in my corner of garbage bags, there was no mistaking that voice or his sillouette. As miniscule as the odds of this happening were, it was him. It was Jamie.
"Want to make something of it?" Jason snorted.
"Only if you want to," Jamie retorted back, his voice sounding just as strong, determined, and threatening as Jason's.
I guess Jason did want to, as he suddenly shoved Jamie out of the shadows of the alley and into the street lights, where they could both see eachother clearly. Sure enough, I was correct. The person was Jamie. He and Jason took one look at eachother. "You!" they both exclaimed at the same time, Jamie in ann astonished voice and Jason in one that oosed pure hatred.
My God. He knew. Realization had just dawned on me. Jamie knew. He knew I had liked Jason. He knew Jason had asked me out. He knew we had made plans for tonight. And he knew that the person cowering in the corner, the girl who was an inch from being raped, was me. Oh God, of all times and places, why did Jamie have to see me like this?!
A shocked an worry-stricken expression on his face, Jamie took his eyes off Jason for a second and looked in my direction. "C...Caitie?" he stammered in disbelief. The consern in his voice brought tears of embarassment to my eyes. "My God!" He turned back to Jason. "You're sick! You bastard! What is your problem?!"
"You." Jason attacked him, tackling him with his shoulder, trying to shove him down. He managed to knock Jamie back a few steps, but he kept his balance.
"I knew you were up to something!" Jamie's eyes snapped angrilly. He jumped Jason, and somehow succeeded in landing a nice punch on the left side of his jaw before Jason kicked his feet out from underneath him.
I cringed as Jamie landed painfully on his side on the hard concrete sidewalk. Why was this happening?! Why did Jamie have to see me like this now?! I was a wimp! I was such a wimp! I try and act all tough all the time, to look all rebellious on the outside, but I can't even handle myself on a date because I'm really nothing more than a pathetic loser! And I was so stupid too! Jamie knew! He tried to tell me! He saw right through Jason's innocent ploy that succeeded in blinding me. He tried to warn me, he *tried* to get me to understand! But I wouldn't listen! I wouldn't listen because I was a stupid blockhead! Instead I ignored him, called him names, came up with insane off the wall stories, lied to myself, disconcerned my own feelings...How could I be so dumb?!
It was my fault. It was all my fault! It was my fault I went out with Jason, and it was my fault I almost got raped. Jmie wasn't to blame, he had no part in it. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be fighting for me, getting hurt for me, risking everything just to save me...I brought all this on myself. The way I've acted...I deserved it. I deserved to get raped. I deserved it.
The two of them were rolling on the ground now, kicking and ripping at eachother, both of them occasionally yelping in pain.
I turned away from the awful sight, wishing it would all just go away. I indeed would have sold my soul, just to make this all a dream, all some made up fantasy in my head...I tried to block out the sound of them fighting, tried to focus on something else, but of course that was impossible.
Somebody let out a strangled cry and I couldn't help but look back over at Jamie and Jason. Jamie was the one who had screamed. He was still lying on the ground. Jason, meanwhile, had managed to stand up and was now kicking Jamie violently in the stomach and the head.
I couldn't do this. I couldn't let Jamie fight my battles for me. "Jason..." I said meekly. Of course he didn't hear me. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and crawled towards the two of them a couple steps. "Jason...Jason!" I called louder.
He stopped kicking Jamie for a second to glare at me. "You just *better* stay out of this!" He yelled.
Maybe I didn't physically touch Jason, but my short distraction was long enough for Jamie. Ignoring the blood that dripped down into his eyes from the cut above his eyebrow, Jamie grabbed on to Jason's leg and rolled over away from him, pulling him down suddenly. Jason's knee hit the pavement first, tearing a hole in his cargo pants. Then, while trying to keep his balance, he some how lost it and fell over, bashing his head soundly against the side of the brick building.
Jamie quickly untangled himself from Jason's feet and got up, backing away from him. he watched Jason closely, all tensed up, ready to run, but Jason remained on his side, slowly rocking from side to side, cradling his head in his arms.
Panting heavilly, Jamie relaxed a little bit and used the back of his denim jacked sleeve to wipe the red blood out of his eyes.
Still gripping the back of his head, a look of pain still registered on his face, Jason sat up and slowly crawled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. "You...James," he spat contemptuously.
"Leave," Jamie said bluntly, his voice firm and unwavering.
"James...!"
"Leave now!"
Jason just stood there, glaring fiercely at Jamie in a death stare that simply reeked pure hatred. "James...you'll be sorry!"
"I'm warning you...!"
"You'll regret this! You'll regret *everything*!"
"Get out of here!" Jamie took a few menacing steps towards him and Jason backed up a few.
"Fine! But mark my words, 'Waite'! You will be sorry! You'll regret everything you've *ever* done to me! I'll make you rue the day you*ever* crossed me!" And with that he seemed to have regained his senses and disappeared from view around the front of the store, running almost silently off into the night.
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Wee ^-^ This story is about half way done at this point. How do y'all like it? Please R/R! Thankies!
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I tried to scream, but before my brain could respond, Jason roughly threw me down on top of a pile of trash-filled black garbage bags, knocking the wind out of me. He then rolled on top of me, covering my mouth with his, blocking any chance of me calling for help. I tried to fight hm off, to kick and hit him, but he seemed impervious to pain and none of my thrashings hurt him. He was just too strong and easilly pinned me down with minimal effort. I felt his hand unbutton my purple jacket, slowly creeping under my shirt, up my bare stomach, and I tried vainly to stop him...but of course I had no effect on him. His tongue was groping around all the way at the back of my throat, nearly gaging me.
My God! I was going to get raped. I was going to get raped and I couldn't do anything about it! And by my own crush too! Why do your idols always turn out to be huge creeps once you get to know them? Oh God...I had always imagined my first time being sweet and romantic, with the one I loved in the perfect place...but this...It just hurt so much to know there was nothing I could do to stop it! I felt like a rabbit caught in a snare, like a butterfly with its wings pulled off. All I could do was grin and bear it and hope to death that I didn't get pregnant or contract a disease...My God! Tears ran freely down my face as I still continued feebly trying to push him away. But then...
I opened my eyes and looked up in disbelief as he suddenly pulled away from me. He still had me pinned down, but his head was up and his eyes weary, looking in the direction of the street where the sound of a car or some sort of vehicle was growing louder. The light from the headlights was now visible, driving away the looming shadows of the dark alley. Someone was coming! Someone was driving past! Someone who may be able to help me! I crossed my fingers and wished to God that that car could be a police car...even though I new that probably wasn't the case. Cops rarely circled the streets here in Kingsport...It's supposed to be a crime-free neighborhood! A safe one!
Sure enough the vehicle zoomed into view and both of us could see it was just some guy on a motorcycle. Not a cop, but still.
I quickly took advantage of the free movement to yell out as loud as I could with Jason's weight crushing my lungs. "Help me! Help me! Please!"
"Hey! Shut up you!" He slapped me, then clamped my mouth shut with his hand. But it was too late. My shout had been heard. The rumbling of the motorcycle engine stopped for a second, then restarted as the driver turned his bike around and sped back to my imprisonment. "You little bitch," he cursed at me, rolling off me. I tried to quickly get up, but he shoved me back down, smacking my head ahainst the side of the brick wall, causing me to cry out involuntarilly. "I'll deal with you later," came his snarling voice from somewhere in front of me as he turned to face the approaching person.
The stranger hopped off his bike and threw his helmet on the floor. "Hey! You! Leaver her alone!"
No matter how pitch black it was in my corner of garbage bags, there was no mistaking that voice or his sillouette. As miniscule as the odds of this happening were, it was him. It was Jamie.
"Want to make something of it?" Jason snorted.
"Only if you want to," Jamie retorted back, his voice sounding just as strong, determined, and threatening as Jason's.
I guess Jason did want to, as he suddenly shoved Jamie out of the shadows of the alley and into the street lights, where they could both see eachother clearly. Sure enough, I was correct. The person was Jamie. He and Jason took one look at eachother. "You!" they both exclaimed at the same time, Jamie in ann astonished voice and Jason in one that oosed pure hatred.
My God. He knew. Realization had just dawned on me. Jamie knew. He knew I had liked Jason. He knew Jason had asked me out. He knew we had made plans for tonight. And he knew that the person cowering in the corner, the girl who was an inch from being raped, was me. Oh God, of all times and places, why did Jamie have to see me like this?!
A shocked an worry-stricken expression on his face, Jamie took his eyes off Jason for a second and looked in my direction. "C...Caitie?" he stammered in disbelief. The consern in his voice brought tears of embarassment to my eyes. "My God!" He turned back to Jason. "You're sick! You bastard! What is your problem?!"
"You." Jason attacked him, tackling him with his shoulder, trying to shove him down. He managed to knock Jamie back a few steps, but he kept his balance.
"I knew you were up to something!" Jamie's eyes snapped angrilly. He jumped Jason, and somehow succeeded in landing a nice punch on the left side of his jaw before Jason kicked his feet out from underneath him.
I cringed as Jamie landed painfully on his side on the hard concrete sidewalk. Why was this happening?! Why did Jamie have to see me like this now?! I was a wimp! I was such a wimp! I try and act all tough all the time, to look all rebellious on the outside, but I can't even handle myself on a date because I'm really nothing more than a pathetic loser! And I was so stupid too! Jamie knew! He tried to tell me! He saw right through Jason's innocent ploy that succeeded in blinding me. He tried to warn me, he *tried* to get me to understand! But I wouldn't listen! I wouldn't listen because I was a stupid blockhead! Instead I ignored him, called him names, came up with insane off the wall stories, lied to myself, disconcerned my own feelings...How could I be so dumb?!
It was my fault. It was all my fault! It was my fault I went out with Jason, and it was my fault I almost got raped. Jmie wasn't to blame, he had no part in it. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be fighting for me, getting hurt for me, risking everything just to save me...I brought all this on myself. The way I've acted...I deserved it. I deserved to get raped. I deserved it.
The two of them were rolling on the ground now, kicking and ripping at eachother, both of them occasionally yelping in pain.
I turned away from the awful sight, wishing it would all just go away. I indeed would have sold my soul, just to make this all a dream, all some made up fantasy in my head...I tried to block out the sound of them fighting, tried to focus on something else, but of course that was impossible.
Somebody let out a strangled cry and I couldn't help but look back over at Jamie and Jason. Jamie was the one who had screamed. He was still lying on the ground. Jason, meanwhile, had managed to stand up and was now kicking Jamie violently in the stomach and the head.
I couldn't do this. I couldn't let Jamie fight my battles for me. "Jason..." I said meekly. Of course he didn't hear me. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and crawled towards the two of them a couple steps. "Jason...Jason!" I called louder.
He stopped kicking Jamie for a second to glare at me. "You just *better* stay out of this!" He yelled.
Maybe I didn't physically touch Jason, but my short distraction was long enough for Jamie. Ignoring the blood that dripped down into his eyes from the cut above his eyebrow, Jamie grabbed on to Jason's leg and rolled over away from him, pulling him down suddenly. Jason's knee hit the pavement first, tearing a hole in his cargo pants. Then, while trying to keep his balance, he some how lost it and fell over, bashing his head soundly against the side of the brick building.
Jamie quickly untangled himself from Jason's feet and got up, backing away from him. he watched Jason closely, all tensed up, ready to run, but Jason remained on his side, slowly rocking from side to side, cradling his head in his arms.
Panting heavilly, Jamie relaxed a little bit and used the back of his denim jacked sleeve to wipe the red blood out of his eyes.
Still gripping the back of his head, a look of pain still registered on his face, Jason sat up and slowly crawled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. "You...James," he spat contemptuously.
"Leave," Jamie said bluntly, his voice firm and unwavering.
"James...!"
"Leave now!"
Jason just stood there, glaring fiercely at Jamie in a death stare that simply reeked pure hatred. "James...you'll be sorry!"
"I'm warning you...!"
"You'll regret this! You'll regret *everything*!"
"Get out of here!" Jamie took a few menacing steps towards him and Jason backed up a few.
"Fine! But mark my words, 'Waite'! You will be sorry! You'll regret everything you've *ever* done to me! I'll make you rue the day you*ever* crossed me!" And with that he seemed to have regained his senses and disappeared from view around the front of the store, running almost silently off into the night.
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Wee ^-^ This story is about half way done at this point. How do y'all like it? Please R/R! Thankies!