Last Chapter: Her hand immediately clutched mine tighter and her breath caught in her throat. I knew right then that the blonde man that entered the door was Wyatt; my girlfriend's abuser.
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"Oh, I didn't know Jackie would be here yet." Wyatt said. The way he said Jackie's name was disgusting. It was dripping with contempt and despise. I gripped her hand, which was already in mine, and tried to stick it in my jacket pocket. It almost fit, but fell out. So I just held on tighter. "Hello, Wyatt." Jackie responded in malaise. Her father seemed oblivious to their reaction to each other and laughed, patting Wyatt on the shoulder repeatedly. "Where am I going again young man?" Mr. Burkhart asked. Wyatt seemed out of place for a second, before he quickly started thumbing through he schedule book. He seemed like a real dork to me. I could beat him up quickly and easily.
"You're leaving again?" Jackie angrily asked. I heard the discussion from the kitchen where Wyatt and I were waiting. I could only hear half the conversation. Her side. "So how did you meet Jackie?" Wyatt questioned me. Dumbass. When I met someone I didn't like and didn't want to like, and they started up a conversation with me, I did what came naturally; I lied. "In an abuse help group." I responded. My poker face came in handy now. "R-really." He said clearing his throat. The jerk was twitching his fingers by his side. I really hated him. "Yep. When I was young my dad left me and so did my mom, so I was stuck with a friend of theirs that hit me a lot and called me names." I emphasized the word 'friend', making it clear that I meant that in a wide-range of terms. He was quiet. "If you don't mind, I don't really like to talk about. It gives me terrible nightmares that have haunted me for years." Sometimes I surprised myself with the lies that came out of my mouth.
Jackie and her father came out a few minutes later to break the awkward silence that sat in the kitchen. She walked over to me all huffed up and pulled me away. "It was nice to meet you Steven." Her father yelled before the door closed behind us. I was dragged all the way down the walkway and into my car, where Jackie ordered me to drive. We hadn't stayed long. I never even got to pound Wyatt. That was just my luck. We ended up at my old trailer house; long ago abandoned. "Where are we?" She asked cautiously. "My house." I answered getting out of the car. I looked back at Jackie who seemed somewhat nervous. She could be really difficult sometimes. I kept walking and went inside, where I was welcomed with a horrible smell and a terrible mess. This was not what I wanted to come back to. Hearing a door slam behind me, I quickly turned around and walked out. Jackie was making her way to the "house," and I grabbed her wrist pulling her back to the car.
"What's wrong?" she asked after a few minutes. "It's not what I was expecting." I said. She nodded and leaned back. "Where do you wanna go now?" I asked. She didn't answer for a while and just looked out the window. Realizing that an answer wasn't going to come soon, I took a right and went around the block again. " Do you think the Foreman's will let me stay with them?" She said. It came out more like a whisper meant for only her ears then anything else. "I bet not." I said. It shocked her. "Why?" She questioned. "I live there." It seemed so logical. Mrs. Foreman would never allow Jackie and I to live in the same house with what was going on between us. If we kept it to the late night sneaking in ritual then I bet they would let her stay. "You should just sleep with me." The way it came out isn't the way I wanted it to sound. "Well, what I meant was that we would share a bed, but not…" She was giggling at me. Giggling and in my car! There was only laughing and bellowing allowing in this car. "I know what you meant Steven." She said kissing my cheek. I liked that I didn't have to explain myself to her. She already knew what was going on in my mind. As much as I liked it, it also scared the hell out of me.
Foreman and Donna were gone when we pulled up into the driveway. The snow had pushed them inside where Mrs. Foreman had probably lit a fire and made hot chocolate. I parked the car and got out. Jackie got out by herself this time, knowing I wouldn't open it for her. "So what did you and your dad talk about?" I asked wrapping an arm around her waist. "I'll tell you later." She said as we walked inside. We welcomed the warm air and the hot beverages that Mrs. Foreman threw at us at we walked inside. Foreman and Donna were sitting at the table with Kelso and Lori. "Hey guys." Donna cheerfully greeted. I watched Kelso intently. He was watching Jackie who was looking at me. Apparently someone had filled him in on what had happened in the basement the other day. "Hey Jackie." He said. She glared at him quickly then sat down in my lap. "So I guess you and Hyde hooked up." He said again. Lori didn't like that he was talking to us and got up to leave. Kelso didn't notice. He was too fixed on Jackie to notice anything. Like my fist colliding with him arm.
Contempt- The feeling or attitude of regarding someone or something as inferior.
Despise-To dislike intensely.
Malaise-A general sense of unease or discomfort.