For a few seconds, all that could escape from my mouth was, "I-I-" because I had a million things to say right now, all of which starting with "I". So instead, what came out of my mouth was the stupidest thing you could ever imagine: "I'm so confused."
Casey isn't looking to happy, and Marissa looks like she just needs time alone.
And Danny has one hand on my shoulder and the other around my waist.
I pulled away and said, "Can you explain to me why,..." but I didn't finish because he leaned in again to kiss me, in which my immediete response was to shove him back. "Stop!" I said, which finally caught his attention.
He looked up at me, in the eyes, andI fought the strong urge to slap him in the face. "What-Why-"
Then Casey spoke up, "Danny." he said in a low voice. "It's actually really rude to try to kiss a girl when she doesn't want to be kissed."
"Since when," Danny sneered, "did you care about being rude, Casey?"
"Since the day I decided I wouldn't kiss a girl if she didn't want to, even if I really liked her."
That made Danny mad. Marissa was still just watching. So was Billy.
And then Danny attacked..
Okay, maybe not, he just sort of grabbed my arm aggresively, and then pulled me towards him.
"She...wanted to..kiss..me." he said between long, psychotic, deep, choppy breaths. "She...likes...me."
Was this guy insane?
I tried to pull away but me shoved me against the brick wall instead. I could feel pain at the back of my head, and I felt dizzy and lightheaded for a moment.
Casey stepped forward, and then Danny turned towards me and shoved me harder, pressing up against me. "Isn't that...right?"
"No," I said. "let me go, you freak."
He laughed, and said, "I'll hurt you if you don't say-"
"Stop." Marissa cut in. Her voice was full of hurt and anger. Did she finally realize what a freak Danny was?
Apparently not, because what she said next was, "Whatever you want to do to her, don't do it on my property." and she pointed towards the gate to the front.
But Danny didn't leave. Instead he leaned really close to me and said, "Lets see if your Prince Charming Casey can get you out of this." and then, literally grabs my arm and twists it around so I can feel the electrifying pain shooting up and down my arm and wrists and hands and fingers and fingertips and shoulders. I screamed and felt half of my body numb out and then he shoved me against my shoulder and his lips crashed down on mine, making my lips and tongue feel numb as well. He pressed his hand against my face and then when I shoved away, he groaned and said, "What? Is it not enough-" he shoved me to the ground.
And then Casey sort of came out of nowhere and shoved Danny aside, and bent down, "Are you okay?"
But Danny staggered back when Billy just threw the ball at him. It was sort of random, but useful. It hit Danny, alright, and Danny doubled over while moaning.
I turned back to Casey, "No... I can't feel anything."
Casey took my limp arm in his wrist. "It could be worse. But he technically just assaulted you..."
"R-right.." what was I supposed to say?
Casey put his arm around my waist and lifted me so was in his lap. "Tell me what else hurts." he spoke to me as if no one else was here.
But it was the undeniable truth, an inevitable fact: people were still here, and Danny was, too.
And he didn't give up easily. He shoved me away from Casey and grabbed my limp arm so hard it just numbed out all over again. I was on the ground and he was hovering over me, and there was nothing I could do about it. His bent over me, digging his knee into my stomach so I couldn't speak and then Marissa chokedout, "I-I'll... Stop it! Stop, or I'll... Call the police." She disappeared and quickly returned with a phone.
Danny finally got off ofme, and Casey came towards me but gave Danny such a hard shove that he went stumbling back and fell back.
Casey leaned over me. "Sammy?"
"What?"
"You're not okay." he said, his voice full of concern.
"I know."
"We need to take you to a hospital."
"I'm fine. My arm will get better and the rest will just be bruises..I guess." yeah, I'd get better except for the fact that now I am traumatized for life.
Casey picked me up with no effort. Was this why Danny could shove me around so easily?
But that didn't matter. What mattered was that I was in his arms at the moment, so I wrapped my arm around his and dug my face into his chest.
"We'll be leaving." he told Marissa. Then he whispered to me, "Go to sleep."
So I fell asleep right there, in Casey's arms.
I woke up in a bed. Well, that was good at least. But the room was unrecognizable. The blanket was plain navy-blue and the walls were white. It had a simple computer, a desk, and some posters of sports stars and Chuck Norris and random guy stuff like that. Where was I?
"Are you awake?" I heard, and I jumped. It was Casey. Was this his room? He had just walked in.
"How did I get here?" I asked.
"... My dad knows some guy who lives on this street who's a doctor so, as you can see, he wrapped up your arm. And as for the getting here... I called my dad and he picked us up."
"What about..."
"Your mom? Dad decided not to tell her yet. He wants you to tell her."
"Oh." I said. And then I added, "Doesn't your dad think its weird of me being here...? Because... You're a guy and I'm a girl...?"
He sighed. "No. Because technically, to him, you're my 'sister'."
"What!" I cried out. "But there not even, like, married.."
"Yeah. I know."
Silence.
"But," Casey added, "The whole thing will blow over soon enough. They'll break up..."
"But they're not even 'together'!" I said, "...Are they?"
Casey shrugged.
I sat up and shrugged the blanket off me, to find myself wearing guy shorts.
Wasn't I wearing jeans before?
Uh...
"Um.." I said.
He looked away for a moment.
"I don't wanna-"
"Don't." he said. "Don't even ask."
"But-"
"Don't."
"Seriously."
He sighed, "Your jeans were ripped, and besides, how uncomfortable would it be to sleep with them on?"
"But how did you..." How did he change them? And I added, "Am I really that much a heavy sleeper?"
He laughed, then blushed. "I had to change them... But! But I didn't look, I swear. I swear to God I would never-"
HE WHAT?
I didn't even want to think about it.
But he sounded sincere. He really hadn't looked.
"Okay! Okay, I believe you. I'm your sister, remember? We always believe each other."
"You're not my sister."
"I know."
"I don't want you to be."
"Me neither."
We were silent for a moment and then he casually stated, "You're cute when you sleep. And you never wake up. It's...cute."
He called me cute? Two times?
"And when I changed you-"
"-Don't even-" I warned.
"'Kay." he said.
"So..." awkward silence. And then I said, "So.. This is your room, huh?"
"Yep."
"So where's the Megan Fox poster? Doesn't every guy have one with her on it?"
"Not me.." he said.
"You don't think she's hot?"
He shrugged, "Well yeah, I can't say she's not... Every guy can't say she's not, she's pretty and all but its different for a guy who's in lov-"
In love?
"What?" I asked. "In... In love?"
"I didn't say that."
"It sounded like it."
"Well I didn't say say it."
"Who is she?" I asked, my heart burning in jealousy.
"I can't say." he admitted. My whole body tingled and I wanted to cry. He loved someone else. So I was just his normal friend. I lie bac down on the bed so my tears can dissolve back into my eyes.
"Oh... Okay."
"So..do you like anyone?"
"This is a really weird conversation."
"Well.. Its just friend-to-friend talking."
"Mm Hmm.."
"Do you?" he asked again.
I couldn't answer to that. Yeah, Casey, I like YOU but you like some other girl. And Danny likes me. Like I want to be liked by Danny. Whoopee.
"I can't say." I said, copying him. He eyes me and sort of smiled. So did I.
"Go back to sleep," he said all of a sudden, "It' 2 am."
"Where do you stay?"
"Believe me... I stay nearby."
"Oh."
"Did I tell you that you're cute when you sleep?"
"Yes..." I blushed, and I was just going to say something when he put a finger to my lips and said queitly, "Shh, Sammy. Go to sleep. You can call whoever you want in the morning, okay? Just relax... And sleep."
So, I did.
