October 8th; 10:30a.m.
My hands fly to my head when the throbbing of my head. What happened last night? I hear a noise on the ground and jump in the air. Where am I? I look around the strangers room I am in then to the floor where a guy is laying on his side, facing away from me. Telling by the brown hair, it is Steven. I feel something moving up my stomach and run to the bathroom, ignoring the pain. I make it just in time, throwing up in the toilet. Steven comes into the bathroom and immediately holds my hair as I puke my intestines up. Once I'm done, I sit on the ground and cover my mouth with some toilet paper then flush the toilet.
"Thanks." I say grabbing my head then look at him. He has a big bruise on the side of his face and dried blood on his right side forehead and lip. "What happened last night?"
"You don't remember?" He asks.
"No, what happened to your face?" I ask as he sits across from me.
"Well what do you remember?" He asks.
"We went to that guys party, I started drinking, saw Jacob, and then went outside. I don't know after that." He looks at me and puts his hand on his forehead.
"Well, I was looking for you then found Jacob outside and he started talking shit, me and Jacob started fighting. You came out after and he was screaming how he was better then me. Then we started to walk toward the car and you just fell after looking at Jacob." He says. "I think you were just too drunk to stay awake."
"Oh god. Are you okay?" I ask feeling bad.
"Ya, I'm fine." He remark with a side smile. "Just need a warm shower right now."
"I feel you there." I say and we laugh. This is a weird scene if someone would come in. Two teens sitting on he ground, one beaten up and the other with vomit on her breath. My phone goes off in my pocket and I take it out.
I'm calling you in ten minutes, you better answer. I don't even need to have the contact name to know who it is.
"Who's that?" I look up at his confused face. I smile like everything in my life isn't falling apart again.
"My mom. She's wondering where I am. I should get home." I say standing up slowly.
"Are you sure?" He asks and I nod.
"Ya. Thanks for not leaving me alone at the party last night" I say and he nods. I hug him then walk out of his room slowly. Being a couple houses down from him has never come more in handy. When I get home my mom is standing in the living room on the phone. I just quietly walk in and hope she doesn't see me but I wasn't quiet enough. She turns around as I start for my room.
"Where have you been?" She yells.
"You were sleeping when I got home last night and I didn't want to wake you up so stayed the night at Stevens after homecoming." I say and she looks at me.
"Are you serious with me right now? I'll have to call you back." She hangs up the phone and turns to me. "I have been worried sick all morning."
"Okay, well obviously not because my phone was on and you didn't call nor text me." I say looking at her but she wasn't looking at me. I turn around trying to see what she was looking at. I don't see anything but when I turn back around she is right in front of me.
"What is this?" She screams looking at my neck.
"What?" I ask grabbing my neck. I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror as she follows.
"So, your going to play dumb." She says as I see the huge bruise/ hickey on my neck. When did this happen?
"Jacob." I whisper to myself but not quiet enough.
"Jacob?" She yells. "He was there?"
"No, not the my ex. I different guy who came to the dance drunker then a bitch. He was kissing my neck and I smacked him, its not a big deal." I walk to my room before she can say anything. When I close my door my phone goes off and I feel my heart drop as I recognize the number. I sit on my bed, looking at the number as it calls. I wait for the last ring then answer but don't say anything.
"Thought you weren't going to answer, would have been a mistake on your part." Jacob says and I stay quiet. His voice is low and very monotone with no feeling what-so-ever.
"What do you want?" I ask quietly looking at the road and see his truck. This is not happening again. I stand up and walk over to the window.
"To talk." He says.
"Don't you think you have said enough?" His head turns then looks at me and he smiles. My heart falls and so does my dignity.
"Why don't you come down from there so we can talk?" I don't loose eye contact with him.
"What do you think we are doing right now?" I ask and he looks down then back up at me.
"You are so adorable." He says.
"Laura! Open this door!" My mom yells in my room.
"Half hour, gas station next to The Cafe. Be there." He says then hangs up. I throw my phone on my bed and unlock my door.
"What?" I ask as she looks at me.
"Dinners ready." She says.
"Not hungry." I say closing the door again. She just walks away knowing its not worth the fight. I lock the door then grab my phone, some money, and go out the window.
When get to the gas station I don't look for him and just go inside, if I'm here I mine as well get some food. I grab my head realizing how much it hurts again and grab some food. I take one step toward the register and run into someone. Of course, the one, the only, the asshole on the block, Jacob stand there. He grabs my arm but I pull away and go to the register, paying for my food. He just stands at the door, looking at me until I slowly walk back over to him with my food. I open my chips as I slowly walk.
"Walk faster." He says grabbing my arm and pulling outside to his car. "Get in."
"No." I say. Somewhere I found some confidence to fight inside me. Where this fight was in the past? I have no clue, but it not leaving my side right now. "You told me to meet you here. So I did. Now tell me what you want." I'm tired, pissed off, and have a hang over. That is not a good combination to be messing with.
"I said get in." He says walking closer to me.
"I said tell me." I am testing him and he is surprised, he's not used to it and doesn't know how to react. I'm not the scared little girl he can throw around anymore. He opens the door and shoves me. He closes the door but I just open it.
"You are being a really big pain in my ass today, you know that." He says. "Do you want this to get brutal?"
"If it involves you being on the ground in pain then yes." I say and he looks at me. His intimidating eyes tell me to shut up so I do. He closes the door and I just eat my food.
"Are you pregnant or something?" He asks and I look at him. "Your eating plain salsa chips. You hate salsa chips." I'm impressed he even knows one thing about me. But then again he used to watch my every move so why wouldn't he know?
"I'm eating something I hate with someone..."I'm interrupted by him smacking me.
"Don't test me." I look at him as he backs up and drives away.
"Where are we going?" I ask as when I realize I have no clue where we are. I thought he was taking me to his house or something but we are in the middle of nowhere. He doesn't reply and parks on the side of the road. If he were to kill me right now, they wouldn't find my body for weeks. Is that his plan?
"So, babe..."
"Don't call me that. I'm not your anything." I say. Laura shut up! Your in the middle of bum nowhere right now. Don't piss him off more.
"If I say you are my friend your my friend. If I say you are my girlfriend you my girlfriend. For Gods sake, if I say you are my wife your my fucking wife. Got it?" He screams at me and I just look at him. He grabs my hair and pulls me closer. "Go it?"
"mhm..." I mumble because I don't have words right now. I can feel my heart about to burst out of my chest right now.
"Your my girlfriend and your..."
"No I'm..." He grabs my head and slams it into the dash board. I lift my head up slowly as my pounding even more head has ringing from the quick movement.
"You talk back to me one more time, I will kill your precious little friends." he says and I look down at my lap as I try to stop my bloody nose. "You are to no longer talk to him anymore. If my friends say they see you talking to him, I will come for you. Got it?"
"Ya..." I mumble.
"What?" He yells.
"Yes!" I scream looking at him. We make eye contact and stare at each other for a couple minutes then he turns the car on and brings me back home. If I were to say one more bad thing, would he have killed me? Is that why we came out here?