By the time she awoke, Paolo was gone. She squinted around the dark
room, briefly remembering the night before. The red digits of the clock
read 4:17. She felt tears sting her eyes. Everyone was going to be so
disappointed in her. They would never believe that he had forced her into
anything. But, then, who was she kidding? She could have done more to stop
him. She hadn't bit him, hadn't kicked him. She had screamed once or twice,
but he had been oblivious to it. He had thought that it was from pleasure.
She had just laid there, as if she were helpless, and had cried. She
couldn't decide what hurt more; the physical, or emotional pain.
She rolled out of bed slowly, her body aching. She limped her way into the bathroom, the inside of her thighs pounding. She felt a tear roll down her cheek as she shut the bathroom door, struggling to understand what had happened last night. She had never seen Paolo so....vicious. She had cried out in pain, and he hadn't even seemed to notice until after he was finished, when he had tossed a towel at her and rolled over onto the other side of the bed. She had spent the majority of the night sobbing silently, and had drifted off to sleep at around two-thirty. She hoped he wouldn't be home for a while, because she wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. She had to get back to the hotel before anyone noticed she was gone. But then, of course, Kate would have noticed by now. There was no way she'd be able to sneak back in before anyone woke up, but she'd have to try. She couldn't let anyone find out about this. This not only caused for expulsion from the school that she hadn't even begun to attend yet, but everyone would lose all respect for her. Her parents would never trust her again, and if Gordo found out, he'd probably never speak to her. She sighed, wiping her tears off her cheeks. She had to stop delaying. She opened the bathroom door silently, careful not to make any noise. She crossed the room, making her way to the front door. It swung open as soon as her hand touched the door knob. She gasped, jumping back. Paolo stared at her for a moment.
"Lizzie?" He asked stupidly, "What are you doing?"
"I.....I....I have to get back to my hotel before anyone notices I'm gone," she replied, a lump forming in her throat, "And I have to go now. Ms. Ungermeyer is gonna know I'm gone, and she'll expel me-"
"Hush," he said softly, grasping her arms, "It is early, Lizzie. No one is awake yet. They will not notice you are gone for at least another few hours."
"I-" She began.
"Lizzie, are you so eager to escape from me?" He asked softly, kissing the tip of her ear gently, "After everything that has happened last night?"
His words gave her renewed energy, and she broke from his grasp, shaking her head.
"I can't, Paolo....I...I have to go."
She opened the door just as he grabbed her arm.
"Lizzie," he repeated, his voice eerily calm, "You do not want to leave."
She looked at him for a moment, before shaking him off of her and racing down the hallway.
She rolled out of bed slowly, her body aching. She limped her way into the bathroom, the inside of her thighs pounding. She felt a tear roll down her cheek as she shut the bathroom door, struggling to understand what had happened last night. She had never seen Paolo so....vicious. She had cried out in pain, and he hadn't even seemed to notice until after he was finished, when he had tossed a towel at her and rolled over onto the other side of the bed. She had spent the majority of the night sobbing silently, and had drifted off to sleep at around two-thirty. She hoped he wouldn't be home for a while, because she wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. She had to get back to the hotel before anyone noticed she was gone. But then, of course, Kate would have noticed by now. There was no way she'd be able to sneak back in before anyone woke up, but she'd have to try. She couldn't let anyone find out about this. This not only caused for expulsion from the school that she hadn't even begun to attend yet, but everyone would lose all respect for her. Her parents would never trust her again, and if Gordo found out, he'd probably never speak to her. She sighed, wiping her tears off her cheeks. She had to stop delaying. She opened the bathroom door silently, careful not to make any noise. She crossed the room, making her way to the front door. It swung open as soon as her hand touched the door knob. She gasped, jumping back. Paolo stared at her for a moment.
"Lizzie?" He asked stupidly, "What are you doing?"
"I.....I....I have to get back to my hotel before anyone notices I'm gone," she replied, a lump forming in her throat, "And I have to go now. Ms. Ungermeyer is gonna know I'm gone, and she'll expel me-"
"Hush," he said softly, grasping her arms, "It is early, Lizzie. No one is awake yet. They will not notice you are gone for at least another few hours."
"I-" She began.
"Lizzie, are you so eager to escape from me?" He asked softly, kissing the tip of her ear gently, "After everything that has happened last night?"
His words gave her renewed energy, and she broke from his grasp, shaking her head.
"I can't, Paolo....I...I have to go."
She opened the door just as he grabbed her arm.
"Lizzie," he repeated, his voice eerily calm, "You do not want to leave."
She looked at him for a moment, before shaking him off of her and racing down the hallway.
