"Okay class it's time to things back into gear. I know we've only done one singing project but it's I think we do another." Anna nearly jumped from her seat.
"Yesss." It had become a common occurrence for Anna say or do anything that really excited in her in the class and everyone was starting to get used to it.
"Everything still applies from the first one, but this time there's a catch." Anna was nearly falling out of her seat with excitement. "You have to choose a song from the 70' to the 80's and no exceptions and with that get to work."
"Also, seeing that is the age when I was in high school," there were a few giggles from the class, "so I don't expect many of you to know a lot of songs from that era. Unless your Anna of course." Mrs. Pots looked over at Anna, who was happily twirling her pigtails. "There are threes computers in here and one in the Box. I can write you a pass to the library if you want also."
As soon as Anna realized it was time to get into groups she started to collect her things before Ariel asked, "Where are you going?" Her eye brows were scrunched together and she was at a loss at why Anna was leaving.
"To work with Elsa." She said nonchalantly.
This one of the rare times Elsa was back in class. Ever since smoking in her room she had begun to skip all of her classes with Hans. Even if Hans didn't skip with her she still went to the auditorium to smoke.
The first few weeks of doing it she would get a text from Hans to skip her first or second period. For the most part it was really a coin flip on what would happen. Hans would sometimes pull out a bag of weed or a pack of cigarettes and they would smoke some of it. Most of the time it would knock Elsa out, if were dope, rather than make do her anything else to her really. Each time it happened she would regain consciousness, and something on her body would feel weird and her shirt seem out of place. She knew Hans had something do with it but she'd never confront him about it.
On other occasions Hans would pin her up against a wall and he would kiss her. His tongue wrestled inside her mouth. It was always a weird feeling for Elsa but she would try and reciprocate what his tongue was doing with hers. After a few seconds his hands would start to roam all over her body. He would never lift up or go under her shirt during those first few weeks but rather just lightly squeeze her breasts when his hands landed on them. Elsa would elicit a slight moan from time to time to make it seem as if she was enjoying it.
He would always pull on of her legs around. Elsa would keep her leg there when Hans would go back to her breasts. Every now and again he would drop a hand to her ass and squeeze it as well.
Somewhere he would stop kissing her and start ravaging her neck. It would start of as him just really aggressively kissing her but eventually he would suck and lick up and down whatever side of her neck he was on. She would feel his breath on her neck and it always sent chills down her spine. She would start to shift and shake against Hans which pushed him to continue even more. Every few moments she would release a moan, some real, but most of the time they were fake.
After those first few weeks though things really changed, and in Elsa's mind worse. She could now get through one and a half joints of weed, but that was because she smoked by herself a lot now. Unfortunately the disgusting habit followed her home. Ever since seeing how Marshmallow didn't like being around the fumes she would smoke on the balcony that was outside her room or in the woods outside her house.
The reason was because Hans wasn't smoking with her anymore as much as he used to. He would let her get through one blunt and then he would start kissing her. He still did everything that she was used to him doing, it still felt wrong to her, and now he was really getting amorous.
The week before February Break he would slip underneath Elsa's shirt. His hands would feel really cold and rough against her skin. It startled her when he did it and little by little his hands would raise until they found Elsa's bra. Every time she would grab his hands and try to push away from him. Whether he was attacking her neck or kissing her lips he would still continue to wonder up her shirt until Elsa got tired of reaching for his hands.
After he would fondle and play with her breasts to no end. His thumbs would press against her nipples and he could feel them harden underneath her bra. Though he never reached under her bra he would always brush his finger tips against where the seem of her bra and skin met as if to pull up and expose her breasts.
During vacation half of his older brothers went to the Bahamas with his parents. He never came over to her house except for one night were he showed up and brought Elsa a bunch of lacy bra's and he told her to start wearing them to get used to them. He also added that she start to where skirts with no tights more often.
The following week after vacation Elsa would wear a skirt and one of the bras Hans brought her. He would take her leg and instead of just having it wrap around him he would caress his hand all along her outer thigh and around her rear. His one hand would still be under Elsa's shirt and mouth would have full attention on her neck, but this would cause her skin to form goose bumps and send more shivers down her spin. Not wearing tights, Elsa could feel everything he did even more. Most of the time his rough and cold hands would go up and down her leg. But every once so often he would squeeze her ass gently.
Each time he would do this he would stop suddenly at some point, pick up his book bag, and leave without saying a word. She never new why but every time he did it she would just stand against the wall and feel nothing but loneliness and shame. She'd never cry but just sit in the darkness, letting it surround and hold her as if it were trying to sooth her from the horror she was going through. After a while of self loathing Elsa would check her phone and go to whatever class she had. Hans would never text her back to go back down the auditorium or about anything that happened.
"Anna, are you sure that's a good idea? The last time we did this she bailed on you." Ariel said. "Remember?" She made a gesture to her head.
"Yah I do but she probably got cold feet and was extremely nervous." Anna's optimism sometimes annoyed the crap out of Ariel.
"I don't think so. I think she just blew you off. Have you seen the ways she just ignores you? I mean come on Anna she's barely been here three times in the past couple weeks."
"Do you remember when we first started hanging out?"
Caught completely off guard, Ariel furrowed her brow and said, "Yah, but I don't see what that has do to with this."
"Well, do you remember one particular instance when we went swimming and I almost drowned because someone pushed me in the seven foot end even though I had no idea how to swim."
"I didn't even know. When we first met you were always saying crazy things like skiing with your eyes closed, being able to play Through the Fire and the Flames, which were completely false. When you told me you didn't know how to swim I thought you were just fucking with me again. I just thought it would be funny."
"Eventually you forgave me for being such an assthough." Anna crossed her arms and a sly smile formed on her face. It was then Ariel realized what Anna had done. "Touché, Anna. But the second time we went swimming was different." Anna's smile grew broader and Ariel realized she was still being played into Anna's trap.
"Everybody gets cold feet from time to time." Anna said, sounding more serious. Before Ariel could say anything else Anna added, "And that's what second chances are for so, see yah!"
Anna got up and walked over to the corner of the room where Elsa was sitting, leaving Ariel baffled yet impressed with Anna's humanism.
Walking over towards Elsa, Anna but notice how the blonde's over all demeanor was completely different from the last time she saw Elsa. Though she had seen Elsa in class before, when she was in class, Anna didn't notice the way Elsa was changing.
One of the first things Anna noticed was that Elsa seemed to be trying to cover herself. Her arms were crossed and held really close to her body. Her legs seemed to want to come up on the chair as if she could hold them close to as her. Anna also noticed that Elsa wasn't looking at the floor like she did before. Instead her head was completely turned towards the wall, not wanting to look at anything.
When Anna sat down next to Elsa she saw that Elsa was trembling a bit. "Hey Elsa. Are you cold. You're kind of shivering and holding yourself." She tried getting Elsa's attention by moving her chair closer and saying her name.
"Elsa, are we gonna have to go over everything I taught you." She thought that might get a small laugh or something. But no, nothing. The blonde just sat there.
Anna decided to try and get Elsa's attention by putting a hand on her knee and giving a small shake to get the Elsa's attention. As soon as her fingers met Elsa's skin though, the blonde shot up from her seat and looked at Anna with panicked eyes.
Everyone's eyes turned to see what had happened. Elsa looked around and turned her back to everyone.
"Everything alright over there?" Mrs. Pots said.
"Yah we're fine. We are just going to go the library. Could you please write us a pass please?"
"Sure." As Anna waited for the pass she walked to Elsa's side. Standing beside the blonde Anna saw that she was at least an inch or two shorter. She also saw that Elsa stood hunched over, had her arms crossed had her shoulders almost to the tips of her ears.
"Come on Elsa let's go." Though sounding cheerful, Anna knew something was bothering Elsa.
Not giving a response Elsa followed Anna out of the class and into the hallway. They walked in silence for a while. Anna started to hum a song and gingerly looked around the hallway.
Elsa couldn't help but feel a little calmed and warmed by Anna's soft and happy humming. It took Elsa a while to figure out what song Anna was humming. She new it was Green Day but the name of the song escaped her at the moment. The more Anna would hum the song Elsa would try and find the lyrics to go along with Anna's smooth and tender humming.
Out of body and out of mind, kiss the demons out of my dreams. I get the funny feeling that's alright. Jimmy says it's better than air. I'll tell you why. When Anna reached the chorus the volume of her humming increased ten fold. Elsa would continue to sing the lyrics in her head. Drain the pressure from the swelling. The sensations overwhelming. Give me a kiss goodnight and everything will be alright. Hearing those words in her head and thinking of Anna made Elsa's mind go blank for a second.
She shook her head to get rid of the thought. Stop with this bullshit Elsa. Getting rid of these disgusting thoughts already. I'm not like that. By the time Elsa was done berating herself, the song Anna was humming was almost over.
Tell me, Jimmy, I won't feel a thing...So give me Novocain. Anna hummed the outro of the song and Elsa felt a small sense of calm wash over her.
Before long they arrived at there destination, but it wasn't the library. It was the hallway to the auditorium. At first Elsa didn't notice but once she saw the familiar pattern of the floor she stopped and for the first time today, looked at Anna.
Anna sat down in the middle of the hall and looked back at Elsa, who was standing there looking at her with worried sapphire eyes. "It's okay Elsa. We're not going in. The junkies that hang out in there can have there peace." Anna turned her head just in time to miss the hurt look Elsa gave. I'm one of those 'junkies'. Dropping her head again she moved her legs the short distance to where Anna had sat down.
Elsa looked around, not knowing where she could sit.
"Sit in front of me Elsa. I want to see that beautiful face of yours." Anna giggled and Elsa's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She slowly sat down in front of the redhead and once seated she brought her legs up to her chest. Wrapping her arms around her legs, felt Elsa nervous and panicked. Shifting her just her eyes. She looked at the floor. Observing the tiles that reflected her face.
Anna spoke again. "Obviously this isn't the library." She smiled but Elsa's eyes never looked up. "So what I was thinking that instead of picking a song we just talk for a while." As much as Elsa wanted to talk to someone she thought no one would understand. Keeping things locked away was the only way she could cope with things. "For looking at you know I never noticed that you had freckles. There not as prominent as mine but there kind of cute."
Elsa felt her cheeks brush and hide her face in her knees.
Confused with Elsa's reaction Anna changed the subject. "What's your favorite type of music?"
A simple question that should have been a simple answer. But instead Elsa deadpanned "I don't have one."
Anna laughed a bit, "Oh come on. Everybody has a favorite. Well I guess I would an exception because I love all kinds of music. There's rock 'n roll, which is what the 70's and 80's were built upon. Like Styx, Zeppelin, well actually they were more of the hard rock, metal bands because of there riffs and rhythm. Then there's Aerosmith and Freddy Mercury." As Anna talked she started twirling her one of her pigtails and her eyes started wondering around.
"Oh and country music which is just awesome. Singer like Dolly Parton, Rebba Macintyre, Johnny Cash, Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood tell such good stories in there songs and have really strong emotional ties with the lyrics. Country music also has it's great and unique sound. From being twangy, if that's a word, to just melodic. Oh did you Dolly Parton sung I will always love you. It was some what popular but it was when Whitney Houston did a rendition of it in the Bodyguard it became a staple in music history."
"Oh and I could on but I'm gonna try and stay focused and not ramble on, ha Zeppelin song, one of my favorites. The guitar riffs in there songs are always fun to play. Oh wait, so much for staying focused." She giggle but Elsa still had her eyes glued to the ground. "What I was going to say was that every body has a favorite type of music to listen. Come on Elsa. There's got to be something you listen to, to make you feel better, to make you happy. It's not hard just think about."
The cheerfulness of Anna's character was eating away at Elsa. It's just a simple question. Ugh, what do I listen to. As she thought about she realized the music Hans always blasted in his car was actually her favorite. She hated to admit it but he did give one thing to really like.
She kept her eyes fixated on the ground she opened her mouth and spoke softly, "I guess modern rock."
"Now that wasn't hard now was it? Next is I guess is what's your favorite band."
"Three Days Grace." Where is she going with this.
"Okay, and what's your favorite song of there's"
"What's the point of this?" The harshness of Elsa's voice made Anna's smile fade a bit.
"The point of doing this Elsa is to show you how easy it is to share things about yourself. I guess I still have more work to do."
"Why?" Elsa brought her eyes up and stared coldly at Anna.
Anna let out a small sight. "Because Elsa I can tell something is bothering you and I want to try and help you. Of course I'm not going to try and have you tell me everything in one conversation. Even though that would be really awesome, building up to that point is better for you and me." Anna's smile returned, "This is what friends are for right?"
Before anything else could be said the bell rang. "Well Elsa I gotta run. Think about what I said and hopefully tomorrow when we pick a song it won't be like all the other times."
Elsa watched the blissful red head get up and walk out of the hall. Elsa sat there in total silence as Anna collected her things, stunned at the redhead's comment of being friends. How can she think that are we really friends? It's been nearly a month since I talked to her and to top it off I stayed home because of what that shit did to my body. Continuing to sit there and think she didn't notice her phone vibrate.
By the time she realized it was vibrating nearly twenty messages had been sent to her. "The hell does he want now." She said under her breath.
Hans: Where r u.
Hans: I said where r u.
Hans: Answer me for christs sake.
Hans: Answer you damn phone.
Though Hans wasn't next to her she could feel how angry he was, and it scarred her because of she knew what he would do if he got really mad. She scrolled down the messages a bit and started reading them again.
Hans: You know what fuck u.
Hans: Call me later tonight at 8 and don't be late doing it or I'm going to get really pissed.
Hans: DON'T FORGET
After leaving the school she felt petrified at what Hans wanted to talk to her about. She thought the worst if she forgot to call him or if he just decided to something anyways. What if he knows I don't love him? What if he knows about my feelings towards girls? What if he hates me and is going to start another rumor? The more she though about, the more scared and terrified she felt.
Elsa felt her hands tighten on the steering wheel. It got to the point where she could see her knuckles get whiter than her skin. Her mouth felt dry and she felt as if she couldn't breathe.
She finally reached her house and when she entered her house, she raced to get her skates from her room. She took a small bag of blunts with her. She ignored Marshmallow completely and ran into the woods, crying and wanting to run away from everything in her life. As she reached the lake she put on her skates and smoked three joints before doing anything else.
She didn't remember what happened afterword but when she felt somewhat like herself again she checked her phone, it read 7:01 and she had a text from her mom that dinner was ready. She hope that would be a great distraction.
Eating with her parents was so bad, as long as nothing personal came up that her parents wanted to know.
"Eat Elsa. I spent a long time making this meal." He mother said.
"Stop doing that with your salad and eat damn it." Her father demanded.
Instead of listening to her parents she just continued to move the lettuce of her salad around the plate. She would constantly look at the clock on the stove to check what time it was in order to not miss calling Hans.
Her father snapped his fingers and a butler came over. Her father whispered into the mans ear and after a while the butler came back and put a piece of paper over the clock on the stove.
Elsa felt tense and nervous. Feeling butterflies in her stomach, fear settled in afterwards. "Now focus on us and not the clock. Please Elsa." Her fathers voice was softened a bit.
"Do what you father says please Elsa. Tell us about your day. Or anything at least." Her mother said I under her voice.
Elsa just sat there poking at her salad, not bother to do anything else. Her parents tried and tried to get through to Elsa but nothing seemed to work and her father and mother had just about enough of not knowing what was going on with there only daughter.
Her parents continued to ask any questions they could think of to get through to her but nothing worked. Her father was slowly loosing his patience and so was her mother,
"We are your parents Elsa. Tell us what is wrong or anything in that manor." Her fathers voice was becoming less calm and more demanding again.
"Elsa." Her mother cautioned.
But she still didn't say anything and her parents rolled there eyes and lost their will to continue to get an answer from Elsa.
Everything remained silent until Elsa's phone rang. "Who the hell could be calling you now." Her father got up and stood next to Elsa with his hand out. "Give me the phone."
She took out her phone and saw that it was Hans. She shook her head. "Can I be excused." The first words she said all night to her parents.
"No." Her mother said raising her voice.
"Give me the phone!" Her father yelled. She still shook her head. "Elsa, give me the phone now and eat your dinner." Her father was on the verge of loosing his temper.
Elsa was terrified at what do. My parents can't know. I can't miss this call. Maybe it's better if I ignore it and give him the phone. NO, answer it. Should I? As she continued to find the answer her mother got tired of waiting.
She got up with out Elsa or her husbands knowing and raced over to the other side of Elsa's chair. She grabbed the phone from Elsa's hand and hit ignore call. "There here you go." She gave the phone to her husband and walked back to her seat as if nothing had just happened.
Elsa, in complete shock, felt like sobbing. She knew Hans was now extremely mad and didn't know what was going to happen now. She got up from the table and raced to her room, ignoring the calls from and yells her parents were berating her with.
"What are we doing wrong. We've tried being more understanding, more relaxed, more demanding, but nothing is working." Her father said as Elsa was making her way upstairs.
"I know but something is wrong with her. I think things between she and Hans are getting..."
"Don't," Her father said, "They're fine. If anything sexual was happening she would tell us because that is something she needs us to know about. She wouldn't hide something like that from us."
"Your right, but what could it be?"
"I don't know." Her father said sighing. "Just put her plate in the fried and lets go to bed. Early morning again."
When Elsa made her way into her room she threw herself onto the bed and sobbed into a pillow.
"I'm so fucked. He's going to kill me." She kept repeating. Marshmallow was whimpering and trying to get Elsa's attention by nudging her side or squeaking one of toys. But nothing worked and her eventually jumped on the bed and laid next to her. "I hate my life." She complained through her sobbing
After a while of sobbing and feeling utter helplessness, Elsa made her way down to the kitchen and found her phone on one of the counter tops.
When she picked it there was one message from Hans, Auditorium, first period. Be there.