Chapter 18 (Emily's POV):
After dinner, I went to see Kyle again. The truth is I couldn't stay away from him for long. He made me really happy. With him, I found out the true meaning of the word 'love', and that was something too important and special to be ignored. I walked quickly and got in the studio. He smiled and approached me, hugging me. I rested my head on his chest.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He smiled.
"To a friend of mine's party." he answered. I raised an eyebrow.
"Outside the camp??" I asked, suspicious. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey, I'm going. I just thought you'd like to come with me." he said. I sighed.
"You remember what happened the last time we went out after curfew?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders again.
"So, are you coming or what?"
"Kyle, the last time we went out after curfew, we got arrested and we got in a lot of trouble with my sister." I reminded him. He rolled his eyes.
"Are you coming or not? I didn't want to go without you, but if you're not coming, I'll go by myself." he threatened. I sighed. Even though I wanted to follow the rules, I didn't want him to be alone at a party. What if he drank or something? He could do something really bad… Worse… What if something happened to him when he got back?? Okay!! Emily, stop it! He's not going to do anything wrong, and nothing's going to happen to him.
"I'll go with you." I decided, against my will. He smiled and kissed me.
"I love you, do you know that?" he said. I laughed and kissed me again.
"Yeah, I heard something about that…" I said, smiling. He smiled to and pulled me."
"Come on. The party has already begun." he said, pulling me to the exit.
Just like the other night, we were holding hands and walking in silence, for a few minutes. But I didn't mind. I was looking at the sky, admiring the stars. The night was really beautiful and the sky looked like it had been painted with thousands of shining dots.
In the meanwhile, I started hearing music and I understood we were getting closer.
"We're here." he said, smiling. I looked at him and smiled as well. It was inevitable. When I looked at his smile, I just felt like smiling too.
He pulled me into the big house and greeted a boy. I looked around me, watching everything carefully. That house was huge, it had two floors and a pool. It really looked like a mansion. And not only it was huge, it was crowded and I could tell that a few people there had been drinking. To figure that out, I just needed to look at the girls at the pool, drinking only in their underwear and to the boys watching them, as they laughed and continued drinking. There were a lot of guys and girls playing strip poker and there were couples all over the house making out. I felt sick just looking at all that… How could they do that? Didn't they have a clue what they were doing?
"This is Emily, my girlfriend. Emily, this is Sean, a great friend of mine." Kyle introduced. I politely greeted him, just like the boy, who looked at me from head to toes. He looked surprised to see him, and I admit his face was a bit familiar, but I couldn't remember where I knew him from.
"You really know how to pick them, Kyle…" he said, smiling.
"Don't even think about it. Nobody touched her." Kyle said, putting his arms around me, protectively. I realized he was jealous and I laughed.
"How old is she?" Sean asked. I raised an eyebrow.
"Does it matter?" I asked. He laughed.
"Yes, it does." he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Fifteen." I answered. He looked surprised.
"You're dating a younger girl?!" Sean asked, shocked. Apparently, Kyle used to date older girls, and I was an exception.
"It's just two years. It's not that much." he replied, pulling me inside and heading for the table where the drinks were.
"Okay, what was that all about?" I asked, confused. Kyle shrugged his shoulders.
"He likes to flirt with my girlfriends." Kyle said. I raised an eyebrow.
"When why did he want to know my age?" I asked. I realized Kyle was a little bothered with my question, but I ignored it.
"He wanted to know if you were underage." he answered.
"And why would he want to know if I'm underage?" I asked, even more confused than before.
"Because he's nineteen and, if you're underage, that's a strong motive for him not to touch you." Kyle answered. I remained confused.
"Isn't the fact that I'm your girlfriend motive enough for him not to touch me?" I asked, frowning. Kyle rolled his eyes.
"He's a dude. He doesn't care about the boyfriends of the girls he wants. And he liked you." Kyle said. I notested a bit of jealousy in his tone, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, you think that's funny?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yes, you're jealous." I said. He rolled his eyes.
"No, I'm not. Here." he said, handing me a glass. I grabbed it and raised an eyebrow.
"What's this?" I asked, looking inside the glass.
"Vodka." he answered. I frowned.
"I'm not used to drink." I said, giving it back to him. But he refused to take it.
"No way. You're at a party. Drink. I'll be with you all night." he said, kissing my forehead and smiling. "It's not that bad, now is it?" he asked. I shook my head.
"No, it's actually pretty good." I confessed, smiling. He smiled too and gave me another glass.
After my third glass, I started to see everything spinning, so I sat down on the couch, alone. Kyle stayed around the drinks for a little longer. Then, a few minutes later, I felt someone pulling me and I realized it was Kyle. I smiled and put my arm around him. He put his arm around my waist and helped me go to the top floor. He led me to a room and made me go in. After that, we turned around to face each other and, before I could say anything, he kissed me.
"Emily?! Sean?!" I heard Kyle say and I understood that the boy kissing me wasn't Kyle. I opened my eyes and saw it was Sean, so I pulled away, covering my mouth with my hands. What the hell was happening?
"Kyle…" I started, looking at him. He seemed so hurt… However, he didn't let me talk.
"How could you do this to me? I trusted you! I really did! You were the first person I truly loved and who I said that to. I gave you everything I had and, stupid me, I even considered becoming a nice guy, so I can be with you and so your sister would accept your relationship. I actually fell in love with you… How could I have been so stupid? You're a liar! I hate you!" he yelled, leaving.
"No! Kyle, wait!" I begged, trying to follow him. However, Sean pulled me against his chest and I stayed there, in his arms, crying like a baby.
It was the first time I really fell in love and he didn't even believe me… He didn't trust me… And how could he say that? I couldn't stop crying and Sean picked me up and put me on the bed. He walked away for a while, but then came back and laid on the bed next to me. I turned to him and cried on his chest. He pushed me and sat on me. He started kissing my neck and I got scared. I struggled to release myself from him, but, the more I moved, the more strength he used to grab me, therefore, hurting me. I started to cry again and he kept on kissing my neck. I tried to scream, but all that came out of my mouth were little mumbles.
"Sean, let me go…" I begged, crying. He laughed.
"You really think I'm letting you go? You know, I never understood how Kyle always got older and extremely beautiful girls… But this time he outdid himself. You might be younger, but you're gorgeous. I sure know where you got your looks… I'm so gonna love touching you." he said, continuing kissing me.
"I sure know where you got your looks…" I repeated on my mind, and then I remembered where I knew him from! How could he be doing that to me??
He started trying to take my clothes off and released one of my hands. Then, I punched his nose with all my strength and pushed him. His nose was hurting, so he let go of me immediately. I ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. I started to knock on it, and I felt panic invade me. Then, he grabbed me again, this time with more strength, and threw me again on the bed. He looked mad, and hit me. I felt a lot of pain and started feeling a warm, slimy liquid rushing down my face. I realized I was bleeding. I was so scared, that I couldn't figure out what I was doing. So, without thinking, I kicked him in between his legs, and he fell on the floor, screaming. I approached him and punched his nose, making him pass out. I quickly found the key and ran to the door, opening it.
I ran through the house, looking for Kyle. I felt dizzy and I had a lot of pain all over my body. I realized I was still crying and shaking, but no one seemed to notest it. I went to the rooms again. I thought Kyle might be in one of them. Then, I opened a door and saw them. They got startled and looked at me. Their clothes were all around the room and they were covered by the sheets. He stared at me, with a hurt and guilty expression. I saw the girl's face and I realized it was Gwen. She had a huge smile on her face and he remained quiet.
"Kyle…" I mumbled. He didn't even move.
I understood he wasn't expecting to see me. So, I closed the door, and kept on running. I felt tears rolling down my face, and I was still shaking and bleeding. But none of that mattered anymore. Riley was right: boys are all the same. I ran non-stop, heading for the camp, and, on the way, I fell a few times, bleeding even more and making small cuts all over my body.
When I got to the camp, it must've been 5 am. It was still dark, but it looked like the sun was going to show up any minute. I couldn't go to my room, because I didn't want to wake up the others. So, I went to the benches on the soccer field. I sat there and continued crying. I tried to clean the blood that kept on running from my nose, but it was too much, and I couldn't do it.
So, I gave up. I stared at the marks on my wrists, made by Sean's hands and I cried even more. I repeated in my mind the last scene I saw before I left: Kyle and Gwen, lying on the bed, naked, hugging and kissing each other, looking at me right afterwards. I would never forgive him… He let his best friend try to touch me and he did nothing to avoid it. And, when I needed him, he was in another room, having sex with another girl. I would never forgive him. I felt completely destroyed. He had destroyed me. He, his friend, and Gwen had destroyed everything of me, had robbed everything from me, and I could never let that go.