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Chapter 3: Up to me

*End of flashback*

Year: 2012

I tried to breathe; this whole situation was just devastating for me. I was okay with it now, but remembering it still hurt. I tried to say another word, but he got up from his couch and moved across to mine and got real close.

"I know this is hard." Said the man rubbing my back with one hand for comfort. "But talking about it will help you overcome it even more."

"You were just laughing maybe a couple of minutes ago." I said softly, trying not to get angry with the man who was comforting me. "You know I never wanted to talk about this...no matter how may times you begged and asked. Its just...still hard to say it all."

"Kat, I know I can be immature sometimes…But I'm your friend. I want to hear your story and get closer to you in order to understand why your so distant from other men." He paused and then his face turned from sympathetic to serious "I just wish I was there, I would've been able to stop all of this. But I was distracted with my own things at the time. I was so young back then I..."

I looked at him, wanting to embrace him and to tell him how I felt. I wanted to say that it was okay and I saved myself. I'm stronger now. We both got stronger through these past years that we spent living together. Despite all of our struggles, they eventually brought us together and I..… it just didn't seem right to incorporate anything that I thought of saying right now. So I smiled in thanks for his kind words and tried to continue on with "that" night.

"Maybe…But I think I needed to save myself. Not only to prove that I was strong enough for myself…but so I could save others now." I said, then continuing with what happened when I fell after getting hit with a beer bottle. "Anyway when..-"

*Flashback*

I woke up my eyes quickly opened to a world of pain. My head my pounding as if a double decker bus slammed right into the side of my head. I tried to feel this pain with my hands, but I turned to see my hands tied in chains on a brown beam pole. My coat and scarf were missing and I was only wearing my striped dress and my tights. I tried to recollect my thoughts to figure out what happened to me:

'Okay' I thought 'I turned, saw creepy brown-eyed face man and then his car got real close and hit me with something…was it a bat…no…' I rested my head back onto the pole and tiny, glass pieces fell to the soft ground. 'A glass bottle?'

I slowly started to look at my whereabouts: hay all over the place, little units with water canteens and feed, pitchforks and a tractor. I was in a barn. I knew I wasn't that far from home. All I needed to do is break these chains and get out of here…but how? I heard laughter in the background.

This was when my nightmare started.

"Look whose finally awake." Said the man with brown eyes, who squatted down to meet with my eyes. "You looked so peaceful asleep, but I wanted you awake for the big event."

He started feeling up my tighted leg and I started to squirm.

The other boys sat down beside me to hold my legs down. My heart felt like it was coming out of my chest, as if it was trying to escape before my body could. But I knew I just had to keep fighting. But my body was in a complete bind; I was unable to move except for my damaged head.

"No use resisting…its time I had some fun. Boys I'll go first. After all…I did spot her out"

'I need someone to save me' I thought 'Stephen...Rachel...mom...John...SOMEONE HELP ME!'

He grabbed my face before I could head butt him and he smiled at me as he put himself on top of me. He kissed me. I tried to turn away but every time I did he would slap me in the face...as if I was being a bad dog. His hands were big as they held onto my face and his dry lips were taking over my entire mouth. He kept kissing me, having his tongue enter my mouth and saturated his saliva all over mine. Moving his pelvis up and down, with one hand, he removed his hand off my face to grab my hip to move in opposing motion to his grinding. My body was pounding with pain and my legs started to shake. He released me and I gasped for breath. Tears started coming down my eyes.

"You better smile bitch…and enjoy this." He said but my eyes wouldn't stop overflowing with tears as he went for my neck and continuing down my body.

The redhead grabbed my face and started kissing me in order to try to keep my mouth shut from screaming. He took turns with the black beanie man. All of their stenches of alcohol in my mouth made me want to puke… but I wasn't the type of girl who can do that on command. Suddenly I felt cold hands on my inner thighs and my dress being pushed up. One of the boys started kissing on my neck, and I started breathing heavy. The brown eyed man started pushing my tights down and I felt something wet pecking my pelvic bone, moving closer and closer to the cloth of my underwear.

"Please *pant* stop…." I kept repeating, trying to get words out from every break the boys did from kissing me. But to them it was more of a turn on than a desperate plea.

'I need to do something….I need to push him off…I need more strength.' I thought 'But I'm helpless right now…'

The brown eye man came back up and pushed the other guys away, as if he only wanted me to himself. He started pulling down his pants to reveal white boxers and started inching closer to my inner thighs.

'I need strength….I need strength…I need strength'

I kept saying this in my head and kept crying in pain until he started kissing me again. I suddenly felt his hands grab my undergarment and slowly pulling it down, letting his fingers enter in.

'GIVE ME STRENGTH'

My wrist started to get hot as I looked at him with angry eyes, and suddenly my hands were released as the sound of iron fell onto the ground.

"LET GO OF ME YOU PERVERT!" I closed my eyes, screamed and pushed him as hard as I could.

I heard a massive thump and a cracking sound while a manly scream echoed behind it. I opened my eyes, looking at my hands that were just chained up. I tried to collect my clothes back onto its proper place on my body. I looked in front of me to see the remaining two guys running to a massive hole in the barn. I stood up to see it too. The brown-eyed man landed at a massive pile of hay that was over twenty feet away.

"Hey girl?" Asked the redhead "How the hell did you do that?"

I suddenly realized that I did that. I, with my own strength, broke the chain that was on the ground. Then I, and I alone, pushed the guy over twenty feet away. I looked at my hands to see how I could possibly do that. I noticed though, that my bracelet was still perfectly resting on my wrist and in tact: no scratch marks, no broken chain. The chain felt extremely hot. I tried to move it off my wrist but it didn't budge.

The men looked at me with horror and they ran through the hole to their hurting friend. I saw my jacket on top of the tractor and grabbed it, put it on and darted out of the barn.

I ran straight towards the white fence while the other guys ran to the other side, screaming the name of the person who just got thrown like a tiny paper ball.

'How did I do that?' I thought to myself 'Throwing people like that….is practically impossible!'

I hopped over the fence but fell and made a massive slit on the side of my left leg. I immediately got up and started to look at where I was at…and could not figure out my location. I thought it was the barn that was a mile away from my house….but my head was spinning and my heart was beating out of control that I my sense of direction was out of hand. My body was still in shock and my head was still pounding. Despite my awful condition, I quickly tied together my trench and kept running towards the direction to where my house would be. I kept turning my head in every direction to make sure no one was following me. Suddenly I crashed into something in front of me and fell to the ground...again. This time it wasn't a fence...but a person. The person sounded aggravated and I looked up to find out it was the kid, still wearing his aviators, along with white cake frosting and the remaining's of a perfectly rounded yellow cake on the street pavement.

"Ha… just my luck" He said laughing, then looked down at me, with a serious face " You okay?"

He must have noticed my bloody head and my ripped up tights since the sides of my trench revealed it. I looked at him and my eyes started to water. I curled up in a ball and started to cry.

He tried to say something but I just kept crying and wailing. I've been through so much today. First Stephen left me at the pub, then no one answered my phone calls, then I get violated and raped by these gross guys, slashed my favorite tights and now I crashed into that kid and made him ruin his cake. I looked up to him and he was on the phone but then hung up when he saw me look at him.

"Iiii'm s-s-ory I *hick* ruined your cake!" I finally got out, but then kept crying.

Suddenly a black Rolls Royce stopped to where we were. A man, who looked like a nice, tailored butler got out of the car and opened the passenger door that was behind him.

"Come on." The kid said, picking me up…which I still don't know how someone his size could pick me up. "Lets get you cleaned up."

I started to scream and squirm, I'm not sure why, but he quickly put me down on my two feet.

"No don't touch me I-" I lost my balance and he grabbed me before I could fall.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything, I just want to clean up that blood that's coming out of your head."

Instead of just going home like I wanted to, I got in the nice car and we drove away. Sitting in the brown, leather interior I tried to stop my body from shaking. The car ride was long, and I was still sniffling from my long cry on the road. I was expecting the kid to ask me what was wrong, but he never did. Instead I tried to make small talk.

"Are you okay from earlier today?" I asked, despite my condition being far worse than his.

"Yea, I'm fine. I was anticipating that he would do something so reckless." He looked out the window as if he knew where he was at and smiled "Its funny how you ask me how I'm doing when your head is covered in blood."

*stop flashback*

Year: 2012

I finished my story, along with my hot drink and put it on the table.

"Its kind of funny." I said as the man got up to collect the cups that we sipped on "Even though that all happened, I don't really regret it. I mean, yes it was bad that it happened to me. But I couldn't have done anything to stop it. And if I never happened to be a victim I would have never discove-"

"No," the man said waiting for me to get up from the couch "its still a horrific experience that happened. You even said it was. It was a good thing you had that bracelet on, without it you would've been in deep trouble."

I looked at my bracelets, one was a small, silver chain with tiny braids and the other was a little bit bigger with one golden charm on it with a shape of a 'W'.

"Besides," he said laughing "maybe you could've scared them off with your loud, high pitched scream or your singing voice that I hear from all the way from my room!"

"haha..." I laughed sarcastically, following the taller man down the wooden hallway. "Why do you have to tease me so much Tim?"

He turned and looked at me and smiled

"Because that's what friends do. Duhhhh!"

I playfully punched him and we started chasing each other around the house. I am so joyful and grateful that, since the day I bumped into him, that we have become best friends...and teammates.

*Return to flashback mode* (Authors note: Katherine is not telling the story anymore to Tim, but it is still in her perspective.)

I laughed, maybe a little harder than necessary. But I needed some form of a pick-me-up after everything that happened. We suddenly stopped and the butler opened my door. I got out and saw two, dark street lanterns on each side of small roman column handrails that revealed a massive cream stone staircase. All of this complimented the massive 3-story mansion. Decorated with black windows revealing every floor of the house and dark, stone that made this whole house compliment the dark shingled roof.

We walked up to the two, dark wooden doors that had massive, golden loops as doorknobs. The butler, who the kid kept calling Wesley, opened the door for us and turned on the lights. Inside revealed a very well decorated country home with a hint of English and French decor. There were many paintings of the English countryside and small tables that either had old paisley-patterned vases on them or small statues figurines of some sort. The wooden floors were very dark oak and the ceilings had wooden archways that were bolted by huge black nails the size of a tricycle wheel. Here the carpet trailed in the middle of the two dividing wooden stair cases were red and had very royal patterns revealing gold brown and black. I believe my jaw had dropped for both of them were looking at me strangely.

"Wesley," The kid said, heading up to the right of the staircase, heading towards the 3rd floor of the house. "tend to her wounds. When she's done show her to the guest room and bathroom where she can clean herself up."

The butler, with his sincere smile and black greyish hair, was about to escort me to the next room on my left until I stopped and looked up to the kid in protest.

"Wait? Guest room? But I can'-"

"Its late though" He said.

I checked the clock on my cracked iPhone, it was about 11pm, but it wasn't that late for me.

"But my mom will-"

"Will be wondering how on earth you got your head wounded along with the silted tight that is currently drenched in blood."

I looked down...man! My favorite tights are ruined!

He continued, "Depending on that head wound I would say that you have some head trauma and needs to be checked out. No worries, Wesley will take good care of you."

I felt as if I didn't have any choice again and my eyes started to water. Wesley put his hands on my shoulders in sympathy.

He continued again, "Look... I'm not forcing you to stay and I'm not sure what exactly happened to you. But what I do know is that you seem like you had a rough time. So I suggest calling it a night and then leaving early in the morning."

I nodded in agreement and continued on with Wesley through the many rooms of the house. Each room contained different things: bookshelves, sofas, game room, open bar, hunting prize room, paintings, etc. Some rooms though had just sofas and a coffee table, for entertainment. We finally got to the end of one room, which had more paintings and sofas, that had a gray elevator. Wesley pressed the button and the door opened quickly. Once inside, he pressed the 2nd floor and the doors closed. Even though there were three stories in the house. There were over 10 buttons. I asked him what the other buttons were…but he merely said they were just for decoration. The elevator stopped and the doors opened to reveal black tiled floors and a massive kitchen. He showed me to the dark wooden island counter and had me sit on a wooden stool as he opened up a section of the many wooden cabinets to reveal first aid things.

The room was silent as Wesley gathered the materials that he needed. While he did this, I quickly texted my friend Rachel to have her call my mom to tell her that I was "staying over at her place" I told her I would explain everything tomorrow, to meet me early morning, and hung up just before my phone died. Once Wesley looked like he was ready to tend to my wound, I started to talk to him.

"For someone who is only 14 years old, he sure knows how to handle a situation like this." I said as Wesley staring rubbing wound cleaning stuff onto the side of my head.

"The young master is actually 15 years old today." He said, who started using massive tweezers to take some glass out of my skin with one hand and cleaning my wound with another.

My heart dropped

'So wait…' I thought, remembering the cake that was all over the street from when I bumped into him. 'So that cake was for…his...birthday.' I was just about to apologize until Wesley continued

"No worries miss…concerning the incident that I saw on the street floor, I'm sure the master understands. As we speak he is preparing clothes for you in the guest bedroom."

"Clothes? But why does he have girls clothe-"

"Oh we have rooms that are filled with all sorts of clothing in case people decide to stay the night. The guardian of the young master use to have many cocktail parties in this summer cottage. Many people would stay over if they were unable to drive due to their mental condition."

'This is a cottage!?' I asked in my head… 'Well I don't want to ask what a normal home looks like for them.'

"Goodness miss," He said, looking at my head more intensively. "how on earth did you get a glass beer bottle this deep inside your skull?"

"Well…um…" I got nervous. I didn't want to tell him what happened. Not only because I barely knew him…but because he would probably tell his 'young master' and I would be very embarrassed.

"It's okay," He said, "I won't tell the young master. He already has enough on his plate as it is."

As if he read my mind, I told him what happened. I started to feel better because I was able to get that traumatic night off my chest. He looked at me with sympathetic eyes as he finally stopped cleaning my wound.

"Well it seems young miss that you have had a very horrific time. I'm truly sorry." He said, helping me up from the stool. "You seem to have some minor head trauma from this accident too, so if you don't mind." He escorted me in the elevator and took me to the 3rd floor. Once we got out he showed me to a room with white French doors and white, crystal doorknobs.

"This will be your guest room miss." He opened one of the doors to reveal a room that was pained light blue. There was a massive painting that was over head of the white-sheeted king bed of a purple flower field that normally can be seen around the farming areas outside the city of Oxford. On the opposite side of the entrance doors was a white on white-laced curtain, that revealed dark windows, which opened up to a tiny balcony. Wesley was showing me all of this and the connecting bathroom that was towards the wall on the right side of the laced curtains.

"I'll be waiting right by the elevator when you are ready. I still need to wrap up your wound on your head. But please, do take your time." He then turned back towards the doors and shut it gently.

'Wow' I thought, feeling the nice, massive white comforter that sat in the middle of the golden bed stand. It looked as if I was staying at a royal castle. And for a moment…I felt like I was a princess.

I headed towards the bathroom and it amazed me (everything in his house amazed me! It was huge and elegant!) It was creamed tiled and the counter top revealed a gold-like vanity with a golden sink in the middle of black granite counter. The toilet was cream white with the seat rim being black trimmed with outer gold and the glass, step into shower was black and gray with touches of gold mosaic. I stripped immediately and took a quick shower. The heat on my head and my aching body felt so good underneath the rain-fall, shower head that I never wanted to get out. As I was washing my body, I took a look at the silver bracelet and tried to take it off. But it was if it was stuck to my skin.

'Oh come on! Just come off already.' I said in my head, encouraging myself to take it off, but it was no use.

I opened the glass door out of the shower and took the towel that was on top of the glass as if it was waiting for me. I entered into the bedroom and put on the clothes that were set out for me: a long, white button down nightgown and a white sports bra.

'Still can't believe that they have clothes for their guests…how rich is this kid?'

I put on the clothes and headed towards the elevator were Wesley was waiting for me. He then took me back into the kitchen where I sat, legs crossed on the same stool.

"This is an amazing place!" I said, complimenting the house and all its royal glory and contents. "I really appreciate you guys for letting me stay here for the night."

Wesley smiled.

"I'm sure the young master would be welcomed by your thanks." He said, binding around my head with a white cloth. "He normally does not have guests over, so the master is probably really ecstatic about you staying the night."

"Why doesn't he have guest over a lot?" I asked boldly " I mean, I don't mean to be rude...But if I had a place like this, I would be having tons of guests over all the time."

Wesley paused, but then responded, "The young master has a…hard time making friends. It's not that he isn't friendly or anything, don't get me wrong, but he is more of an introverted person. He use to spend his time with his guardian a lot before he passed many years ago."

"Who was his guardian?"

I didn't get a response from him, I'm not sure if he didn't hear me…or if he just didn't want to respond to the question. Instead, I brought up the conversation about the cake.

"So do you know if Tim (finally said his name) is free next Saturday?" I asked

He thought for a moment "Yes, but the young master has a meeting later on in the evening. ('A meeting?' I thought) I know asking him about it will make him very happy."

"Great!" I said, cheerfully "I would love to take him out for some dessert at this awesome bakery! To thank him and for a belated birthday present!"

He nodded and smiled in agreement to my great idea. From there he escorted me back to my room for the night. I jumped right into bed and turned off the lamp that was to the left of the bed and quickly fell asleep.

I was suddenly woken up by a gentle knock on the door and a soft, cheerful greeting. It was Wesley who put a tray on my lap once I sat up in the bed that was filled with a glass or orange juice and a bowl of warm oatmeal with a golden spoon on top of a cream napkin. The light from early morning was being skimmed through the white curtain until it was fully revealed by Wesley. I said thanks and ate my breakfast cheerfully.

From there he went out; informing me that my clothes were in front of the doors, which were washed last night, and that he would be waiting in the car when I was ready. I quickly finished my breakfast, gulped the remaining contents of the orange juice, grabbed the clothes from the front of the room and changed (which was only my dress, trench and boots). I went out of the room and down the wooden, rugged hallway towards the stairs. Before I turned right and made my first step downward, another white, French door opened that was right in front by the stairs. It was Tim; barely awake and had bed head as he pushed his hair back to one side of his head. He looked like such a child in his blue, plaid button up and matching sweatpants.

"Your….leaving?" he asked

"Yes." I said softly, trying to match his slowly getting awake voice "But I'll see you soon okay." I started going down the stairs, but then turned to face him "By the way…happy belated birthday." And I made my way down the stairs and opened one of the big, brown doors towards the outside of the house.

After that day, I tried to repress the memory of me being assaulted towards the back of my mind. It worked well for a couple of hours…but it only kept coming back, like an ocean wave pulling back and forth onto the beach sand. School that whole week felt like a blur. Everyday felt like a struggle just sitting and listening to the teacher lecture as if everything was normal again. I did not practice any of my sports or felt like myself. Even though I thought I was better...I just couldn't shake off that night. Ever since that night my dreams were filled with nightmares of the brown-eyed man and his sick, nasty mind as he took advantage of me along with his two, alcohol reeking friends. It got to a point where I would be screaming in the middle of the night. Rachel, noticing my dark circles one day in class, knew something was up. I told her a revised, disclosing some parts for only me to know, story of what happened to me. She tried to understand my pain and helped me out the rest of the week. She stayed at my house and would make sure I was taken care of.

As the week progressed, I started becoming my normal self again. I walked up to Tim, who I invited to sit with us for lunch ever since he let me into his home, after school and asked him about this coming Saturday. He smiled and agreed to meet me early that day. Stephen, who noticed me talking to Tim, ran up beside me after our talk to ask me about it.

I ignored Stephen. This was just one of the many times that I have ignored him this week. I just…couldn't face him. I was angry at him; not only because he left me so suddenly but also that he wasn't there to help me. I wanted him to save me. I wanted him to be my super hero that night. But I liked him so much that being mad at him killed me. But I know he deserves the silent treatment as punishment. Though in the end of it all I…was my own hero. He said hi to me every time he could, trying to make small talk. But my responses were short and very soft voiced and Rachel would give him a dirty look.

"You don't need to worry about him." She said, sitting beside me during one class period. "I'll talk to him and figure out what his deal is. He had no right to leave you there. He should've taken you home then went back to his place."

She was right…very right.

It was finally the end of the week. I went home that day, put my hair up in a top bun and changed into a T-shirt and sweat pants while I stayed in my room unless Mom called me down for dinner or something she needed. This was my daily routine for this entire week. My mother asked me what was wrong, but I responded that I 'was tired' and needed some time to sleep…and I did. I closed my eyes in my not-so-fancy queen bed and closed by eyes. I woke up to my phone ringing.

"Hello?" I said in a tired voice

"Katherine! Ah! Thank God you answered your phone." It was Stephen "I'm at your house, do you mind coming to the door? Please, I just wana talk to you."

I hung up on him, paused, and got up from my bed and went towards the stairs. I opened the front door and he grabbed me in a quick embrace. I wanted to push him back…but I wanted him to hold me tightly...Stephen why did you do this to me?

"I'm so sorry that I left you so early that night!" He said, "Rachel started yelling at me about it all. And she told me that you came home in a Rolls Royce the next morning…with a bandage wrapped on your head! (She met me at my house, hiding by the gate so that when my mom saw me, she would know that Rachel walked me home…I know it was quite clever of me.) What the hell happened to you!?"

I couldn't tell him the whole truth. I couldn't tell anybody else about that night. The raping, the terror, the over twenty feet push I did to the brown-eyed guy. I told Rachel that three men followed me on my way home and I got hit with a beer bottle. Before they could do anything, Tim Drake found me and helped me out. From there I fell asleep on his couch, by that I mean a massive bed, and his father, but really his butler, drove me to my house.

"Oh," he said softly, sitting down on my couch next to me in the living room "I'm so sorry that I left you! I feel like such a prick and unmanly for leaving you there all by yourself! I...had to leave though. It was a family emergency."

I sat there in silence...and he continued

"And this whole week I know you were angry at me about it. I just feel so bad about it all."

"You should…" I said finally, then I took my hand and slapped him the face "You don't even know how much pain I'm going through right now. That night was so scary for me AND YOU WEREN'T THERE TO HELP ME! I wanted you to save me. I even made an excuse that you were my boyfriend so that they would leave me alone..."

I looked at him, and his face looked so sad and sympathetic. My eyes started to water.

"I wanted you to be there for me…was that too much to ask?"

He hugged me tightly. Then kissed my forehead. "Is there anyway I could make it up to you?" He asked "Just name it, I'll do it. I want to make your pain go away. I want to see that smile again."

My heart started throbbing. I looked up at his face; so close, I felt his heart beating fast as my hands were on his chest. I leaned in and kissed him. Even though I was scared about kissing or anything romantic since that day, I kissed him and my tears ran down my cheeks. My anger for him turned into romantic feelings as I pulled his shirt aggressively to make him get closer to me. I slowly pulled back and he gently connected his forehead with mine, saying a soft 'wow' after it all as he wiped the tears from my face.

"This will do for now." I said softly.

He smiled back and slowly pulled my face in and kissed me. This kiss was so perfect to me and passionate that I did not want to release him. He kept kissing me with tiny, but long hard kisses as if this moment would never happen ever again. He pulled back and got up, scratching his head and blushing from what he just did. He helped me up from the couch and hugged me, hiding his face on my shoulder.

"I was really hoping that I would get to kiss those beautiful lips before I graduated." He said smiling, trying to change the subject. "I just didn't know when to make that move to do it."

"Well…considered yourself lucky." I said jokingly "Next time I'll let you make the move."

We both laughed as I lead him to the front door and said goodbye to him as he took off to his lacrosse training at school. I shut the door to find my mom standing right behind me, immediately asking questions about my date with Stephen and when we made our relationship "official." I laughed as my mom cheerfully congratulated me, happy that I was myself again, as she led me into the kitchen so she could phone Stephen's mom to tell her the big news.

The rest of the day seemed like a dream. I went into my room and called Rachel to tell her the news and she got all excited!

"Wow Kat!" She exclaimed, after I explained the whole story. She wasn't angry, but happy that I was back to myself again. "I can't believe that you, out of all the older girls in the class, the youngest of us all would get one of the hottest guys at school!"

We both giggled and laughed like we were young kids and we started talking about other things.

"You know you were right about Tim." I said when we brought up that debate that happened last Friday "He actually isn't that bad at all."

"WAIT! Do you mean in cuteness or something else…because you already got a guy you whore." Rachel said jokingly. "Besides I saw him first!"

"Nonononoono, not cute wise, he has a very child-like cuteness to him (but not as cute as Stephen is). But I'm referring to him as a good person in general. Do you know that it was his birthday on Friday?"

"Omg no! Why didn't you tell me this week! We could've made him a cake for lunch! Ah, and he got into a fight on his birthday too! How sad."

"I know. So I'm taking him out tomorrow for some dessert as a present. And to sort of apologize for what Stephen did (but really I was going to thank him and apologize for ruining the cake he was carrying that night I bumped into him)."

"Ah that's so sweet of you! We'll I'll let you rest, your probably so tired from everything that has happened from this past week."

I checked my digital clock '11pm'… "So see you Monday Kat, bye!"

"Bye." I hung up, plugged in my iPhone, left it on my bible on the brown desk and got under my covers.

'I guess things will start getting better' I said, closing my eyes and falling asleep.