Innocence

Chapter 8

Flashes of Cody and that night shoot across my closed eyes. I can't keep still, my body is thrashing and turning. If I keep still he will be able to hurt me again. I'm running but going no where, every time I turn a corner he's there. My screams fill my head and the room and I quickly shoot up in my bed.

Sweat is beaded across my body and the bed sheets are soaked. I'm breathing erratically and my chest rises up and down so fast; as if I had ran a marathon. My hair is matted to my head and face. The shaking of my legs won't stop and my knees are knocking together.

I feel so dirty.

I run across the expanse of my new room in the rehab, my shaking hands grab the door handle to the bathroom and I push it open. The bang against the wall doesn't make me flinch, my thoughts focused on scrubbing off all of the sweat and filth.

I quickly turn the knobs of the shower and jump in. I scrub my body until my skin is red and raw. I scrub until every thought of Cody disappears. I scrub as if it's the last thing I'll ever do. I'm so disgusted with myself that I collapse in the cold tub and cry until I've run out of tears to shed. My thoughts are halted to a screeching stop when I hear a familiar voice.  A voice I've relied on for so long that my body is warm, even with the cold shower water pelting on to my rough skin.

Flashback

The old man and his tobacco filled mouth gingerly helps me put the gas into my car. His movements are very controlled and calculated. He must think I'm a psycho. My thoughts were interrupted when he spoke.

"Do you need anything else? Directions back to where you drove from?" I could tell that he wanted to help me sincerely, so I replied yes. He left me for a few seconds and came back with a map.

"Here this should help you." I nodded my head and thankfully and muttered my gratefulness. His next words shocked me, I didn't really expect it.

"I have a daughter of my own, and if she was ever in this situation I would be scared shit-less. I don't know the sort of trouble you're in, but I suggest you go home and talk to your folks. They must be scared out of their minds."

I looked up to him, his features glowing with the bright sun behind him. He resembles God, as if he has the answer to all of my thoughts and prayers. In some weird way this man was my savior.

"Thank you." I couldn't really muster enough energy to put emphasis in my words, but I truly meant it. I didn't realize how much my parents really are feeling. It must be terrifying to not know where your child is.

A huge pang of guilt washed inside of me and how inconsiderate I had been. I know that the man knew how regretful I was by the way he solemnly nodded his head. He understood that I knew how they must feel.

"Have a good day now, and drive safely." I nodded and watched as he got in his rusty pick up truck and drove away. As soon as he was out of sight I jumped into my car and drove back into town.

When I got home police cars surrounded my driveway. I pulled off to the curb and walked up to the front door. 'Here we go' my conscious tells me.

As soon as I opened it I heard my mothers cries and my dads deep baritone talking to someone.

I turned the corner and saw my distraught mother hunched over and my distressed father. I can't look away from the scene in front of me. The silence is broken when my mothers relieved voice yells my name.

I had no time to take the impact of my mother's hug. I knew everything was okay at that moment because as long as I was in her warm embrace, everything would be all right.

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Hope you guys like it!! What do you all think will happen next??

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~Cam