DONE! I wrote this in my notebook soooo long ago!
Hmm… what to say, what to say… Yeah, this chapter is way overdue and there is no excuse for it so I won't even try to make one, I hope you guys like it, and please please review. -Emmy
Chapter Nine: Problem with Scooter
Julie's POV
After going to see that doctor lady and looking through all of the pamphlets she gave me I have to say I am no less confused then before. I am starting to really grasp that what Scooter did to me was really wrong, and I want him to pay for it.
I was so lucky to be dating Scooter; He is a senior, a varsity hockey player, and a good-looking guy. What am I? A lowly freshman tomboy goalie, hell, I don't even think I am that pretty! I thought he was so perfect; so either he changed drastically over the past month or the sweet, caring person I met was just a big act.
Part of me wants to rewind this whole fiasco, or even just pretend that it never happened. I want my wonderful boyfriend back. He was someone I could talk to, someone who understood me on a level that not many people did. I shared a lot of things with him.
I have another visit with that Dr. Gupta lady now, I think Connie is driving me to make sure I don't ditch. She knows me all too well.
On the way there we talked about Connie's fight against Kellie, and the looks she was giving afterwards.
"I saw her. I have seen her looking at Guy with that lusty look on her face. Guy even saw her once; he asked her if she needed a tissue."
I snorted and cracked a smile, gotta love Guy and his clueless-ness.
"All I have to say is that whore better stay away from MY man," Connie finishes with some attitude.
Good old Connie, I thought as we pulled up to the center; always available to make me laugh.
After a short wait my name was called and I once again walked through the wannabe-homey hall; this time into a rather small room with a desk and waited a couple of minutes until Dr. Gupta came in.
"Hello again Julie," she greeted me friendlily. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," I answered monotony, still not feeling very much like opening up about my feelings to this person I barely even know.
"That's good to hear." She replied as she settled herself into her desk.
"How are you doing?" I asked in an attempt to make polite conversation. Maybe Dr. Gupta is one of those people who can go on and on about things like her pets and we can avoid talking about me at all.
"Pretty good, my daughter is graduating college soon so I am looking forward to that. Thank you for asking." She replied to me with a big smile.
"She has a daughter graduating college?" I pondered to myself. But she looks no older then thirty-five, forty at the most. She must be just lucky in the looks department.
"So Julie, is there anything you want to talk about? Any feelings you are having that you would like to express?" Dr. Gupta interrupted my train of thought, getting down to business.
My mind instantly blanked out.
"Um… no, I am doing good." I answered with a would-be confident tone. She raised an eyebrow at me, as if she knew what I was thinking. Its times like this I really wish I could lie as good as my friends. I merely looked at the ground and shrugged.
Dr. Gupta sighed, stood up and walked over to sit in the chair next to mine. Taking my hand and looking into my eyes she says, "Look Julie, I know this is hard for you."
Yeah right, I thought bitterly. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
"And I know that right now you are thinking, 'This lady has no idea whatsoever about how I am feeling,'" she continues, still trying to make eye contact.
I looked up and blinked. Part of me really wanted to ask Dr.Gupta if she was psychic, but I refrained from actually doing so.
"How do I know what you are feeling? Because I felt the same way toward the doctor who tried to help me. I was raped as a teenager. I was eighteen years old. I had just graduated high school and I was looking forward to a scholarship at Northwestern University. I had, well, thought I had; the greatest boyfriend in the world. His name was Zach, he was a sweet guy, and he was a sophomore at UIC going for a medical degree. We had been going out for three years, ever since the end of my freshman year, and all the while I thought he supported my decision to wait until marriage to have sex. It all happened one night over the summer; we had just shared a very romantic dinner celebrating our official three-year anniversary. He walked me up to my apartment, but instead of simply kissing me goodbye he followed me inside my bedroom. I told him I was tired and asked him to leave but he pushed me down onto my bed and began undressing me. I tried to fight him off but he hit me until I was too exhausted to do anything about it. After he finished with me he just got up and left. I never saw him again."
I blinked salty tears out of my eyes and gulped; Dr. Gupta's story honestly touched me.
"A month later I found out I was pregnant. I had to give up Northwestern to stay home and raise my daughter, Andrea. I have never regretted keeping her, but sometimes I wonder how my life would've turned out if I hadn't gotten raped."
When she finished her story I asked her a few questions about her daughter, and from there; found I was able to open up to her.
I told her about the connection I thought I'd had with him, about how we had never even mentioned having sex. I even let on a little bit about Connie and Guy, and she listened patiently for ten minutes while I ranted jealously. It felt good to let that out to an impartial listener. Before I knew it, our session was over. I thanked her and she told me that if I ever needed anything all I had to do was give her a call.
On the way back to school Connie and I chatted about pointless stuff and sang some radio songs obnoxiously loudly. It was a lot of fun.
Upon our arrival back to the dorm we found an envelope taped to the door. Connie opened it and when she unfolded the note inside a large amount of a white, powdery substance fell onto her hands and arms. The note read "Watch yourself Moreau." Neither of us got it until Connie started scratching herself.
"What the hell?" she mumbled as she scratched her skin nearly raw.
"Itching powder," I answered simply, looking at the powder.
She looked at me and comprehension dawned on her face. "Shit!" She exclaimed, her eyes tearing up.
We went to the nurse, who advised Connie to take a shower and gave her some special lotion to rub on her arms afterward.
Neither of us talked about it, but we knew who had placed the envelope. Kellie. The revenge plans would come later.
(end chapter 9)
(shout-outs)
C-Chan96:
Allie: thank you for sticking by me during the past few months while Emmy was gone. I know I would have lost my ever-loving-mind.
Emmy: -giant huggle- I love you!
Moondazzler17
Allie: Thank you for the sweet review! I'm glad you found it too!
Emmy: don't worry, he will pay, and sorry for keeping you waiting…
Beaner:
Allie: (hugs and kisses) you rock my numero uno reviewer!
Emmy: -huggle- I miss you! You rock!
Banksiesbabe99:
Allie: awh…you are making me blush! Thank you for the sweet review. They mean a lot to me
Emmy: Thank you for reviewing! Hope you like this chapter.
Brnnttebabe12:
Allie: ah…the hatred for Scooter grows…
Emmy: -nods- yes, my hatred for Scooter is nearing seven feet tall… -dorky smile-
Koreanmosaic:
Allie: Do not worry, I'm a firm believer in Karma.
Emmy: -nod- Me too even though my karma is probably negative thirty million for taking so long to get this up.
Portmanroxmysoxs:
Allie: yesh. Sporks are my friends! (plays with them)
Emmy: Yes! On with the sporks! –crazy dancing-