Here is the next to last chapter, a little sad, but I think its something which needed to be written.
Jumanji- A new beginning part 4
Months later, one late Saturday she began texting me again. This time she was obvious at a party, and probably had more than her fair share of alcohol.
It started almost innocently "Why are you not here?" and "Wish you were her" in the end I decided not to answer her, arguing with myself I was doing the right thing.
Despite my lack of replies as the hours went from evening and over to night time the text kept on coming.
"Boys my age are so stoooopid", "Why do you not want me, I want you" and the one who almost broke me "I miss you".
I started walking back and forward in my room, loudly talking to myself in order to try to convince myself I was doing the right thing in not answering her.
After midnight her text escalated in a way I did not like at all. "His hand doesn't feeel good as yours" and "who d guys no tak a no for no". I was beginning to rip out my hair in frustration. Instead of texting her I sent a text to both Spencer and Fridge, asking them if they were around Bethany. Hoping they could stop whatever was happening with Bethany. Shortly after they both replied that they were home alone.
Fridge knew of the party and said he could send me the address if I wanted it. When I got the next message from Bethany I broke "Save mee...". I grabbed the keys to my car and called Fridge, telling him to give me the address.
He did not question the desperation in my voice and told me where the party was as I started my car.
Luckily the address was not far from where I lived and in less than a two minutes later I parked outside a building where the music was louder than what should be legal. Walking inside I felt older than I was. All around me barely legal boys and girls was drinking and partying harder than all my years combined in college.
Desperately I looked around for the familiar blond hair. Pushing my way through the masses as I searched around I saw something which made my eyes turn red.
On a couch in the left corner of the room was two figures. One big guy touching the breast of a girl who lying on the couch as she was hardly responding. The bastard was touching my girl.
With a strength I hardly knew I had I dragged the guy off the girl. Throwing him away without a care in the world. The guy came back and protested, but I just gave him a glare and he backed off.
Bethany lied partly on the couch and partly lying down the side as a ragged doll. Not showing any reaction as I had removed the guy. I went down on my knees in front of her and looked straight at her, shaking her a little as I asked her if she was fine.
Her glassy eyes found mine after a while. With a drunk smile on her face she finally said "Heyyy, youuu…you came". I almost wanted to cry. I pushed her part of her hair away from her face as I asked her if she wanted to go home. She kept on looking at me, and gave me a small nod.
I grabbed the phone which was lying in the floor next to her hand and put it in my back pocket. Quickly I concluded she was way too drunk to walk herself, and therefore I put one hand under her knees and the other under her shoulder. Pushing some strength in my knees I lifted her up from the couch and carried her out of the party. Around me I could hear someone cat whistle but I ignored everyone except the drunk girl in my hands.
She let her head rest against my chest, and her hands touched the area where my heart was beating loudly. Honestly I almost felt like one of the heroes in romantic movies, carrying the female character out from a dangerous situation.
My car was parked right outside the house and I managed to open the car door without dropping her. When I bent myself over her in order to put on her the seat-belt, one of her hands came up and held my face as she pushed her face forward. Her drunk lips touched mine for a second before her grip slackens and she feel asleep.
Like a innocent schoolgirl I could no nothing except to touch my own lips in shock. This was not the way I thought my first kiss in almost a decade would happen. Least of all my first kiss with the woman I loved.
In the end my back protested the position I was standing in and I backed away from her. Standing up I stretched a little as I looked around to see if anyone had noticed what had just happened. Luckily it looked like the drunk teenagers outside the house was to focused on themselves to see one small innocent kiss.
Before walking into the car in the driver seat I gave myself a few deep breaths in order to calm my heart down a little.
It was not until I started the car that I realized I had no idea where Bethany lived. I texted both Fridge and Spencer again for her address, but none of them replied.
In the end I drove her back to my house. I know it might not have been the smartest thing to do, but I had nowhere else to leave her. Beside after having seen that boy over her I felt a strong need to comfort myself with knowing she was in a safe place. I might be a little obsessed with the girl sleeping next to me in the car, but there was no way I would ever touch her in an indecent way when she was unconscious. I just felt a strong need to have her close to me.
When I parked the car outside my house I let my eyes rest on the girl beside me. How had thing ended up like this, why had she drunk so much, and why did she let that bastard touch her like that? When I had arrived she was barely conscious. Nonetheless she had texted me about someone touching her earlier and therefore she had to have been more conscious when she allowed that to happen.
I let out a sad sigh. As the situation was right now, there was no way I was going to get an answer.
When I got out of the car I noticed the light was on in the house. Dad was obviously still awake.
As I walked around the car and opened the other car door, I heard the sound of the front door to my house opened as well. Looking over at the entrance I noticed my father standing there under the light. When he saw the unconscious girl inside my car he came closer obviously curious about the situation.
I just gave him a negative shake and lifted the girl out and into my hands.
Recognizing her face he obviously wanted to ask questions, but I stopped him when I whispered one word, "later," as I walked past him. Since he had left the front door open it was easy for me to walk inside. Considering the guestrooms in our house had not been used in years I did not wish to leave her there. Instead I walked up the stairs and into my own bedroom. Laying her gently down on my own bed.
As I put the duvet over her I gave a sad smile while looking at her face. She was wearing to much makeup, but she was still beautiful.
Her lipstick was smeared as if someone had kissed her roughly. When I noticed it I almost felt like crying. Not wishing to see that detail any longer I licked my thumb and used it to rub of her lipstick. Removing any trace of someone stranger kissing her. Trying to remove the hint of the other boy. Her lips was nicer natural anyway.
Seeing her in my bed my heart broke a little.
Like the kiss, this was not the way I dreamt of her in my bed for the first time. In my dreams she would be awake, welcoming me with her thin arms stretched in my direction.
I kissed her forehead gently. Leaving her phone on the nightstand and left the room.
My father stood alone in the hallway waiting for me.
I walked past him without saying anything. My head and heart was hurting right now and I needed a few seconds to myself. Without thinking about it my feet carried me to the kitchen where I grabbed a beer from the fridge. Drinking almost the whole bottle in one go. I grabbed another one and walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. My head was trying to collect itself after what I had seen and done in the last half hour.
After a few minutes I felt the couch move a little as my father sat down next to me.
Like past episodes on this couch I opened my heart to my father. Telling him about some of the text without going into detail. How Bethany had asked me to save her. I told him I had no idea where she lived and therefore could not take her home, and instead took her here. Almost shyly I even admitted how I wanted her close considering the state she was in.
Dad listen to my story and told me I had done the right thing. He stood up and found me a pillow and a blanket since it was obvious I would be sleeping on the couch tonight. I went to the kitchen and filled up a glass with water and with two pills of aspirin I carried them up to my bedroom. I left everything on my nightstand next to her phone. Quickly exited before I gave in and gave her another kiss like I desperate wanted to do.
As I am lying on the lumpy couch all my thoughts was centered on the girl upstairs. Considering she might be a little afraid waking up in strange bed I sent her mobile a message before turning of the lights for the night.
"Do not worry, nothing happened. You are at my house. Love Alex"
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an: Just one chapter left, and then this story is completed.