Letters to Houston(Completed)

Chapter Fifteen.

*Before you get to into the story, i'm sorry to tell you, that this chapter in my opinion sucks. one of my worst. i'm so sorry.

Shane’s Point of View

My classes couldn’t go by fast enough. I wanted to see Jamie. I wanted to run up to her locker, and shove her up against it. I want to see her face in surprise, when I do it. I want to see my beautiful girlfriend… the thought of it that word made me laugh. I can’t believe I have my first date to a dance with the most gorgeous girl in the world.

I listened to my teachers run their mouths about the 20’s, minerals, and algebra. Now all I need to hear is an English teacher. I want to pass notes and watch her smile at the sweet things I say.

Time passed, and it was time for English. I walked into the classroom. I knew she comes into class later then what I do. I waited patiently. No Jamie. I waited for five more minutes. I got worried and passed a note to Gracie.

Have you seen Jamie?

I watched her as she wrote back and she passed a note to me.

No, she wasn’t in science.

Shit!

“Mr. Maurrice can I go to the office?” I asked.

“Sure, Shane. Make it fast.” I got up and left the room almost instantly. I ran to her locker, and looked in. Her books were still there. I got a bad feeling. I went back to the classroom and waited.

Jamie’s point of view.

My insides felt like they were being torn out. I woke up in a dark room. I looked around.

“Hello there. Nice to see you’re awake” I didn’t recognize the voice. I looked over to where I heard it coming from.

Oh my god….

            “Jason, what are you doing…?” I couldn’t get my full voice out.

“I told you I’d have you as mine again” His voice was sly. I felt him grab my boob… Scum Bag.

“Get… off… me” I managed to squeak out.

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

I kneed him in the stomach.

“Bad, Bad mistake sweetheart” He knocked me out, and I went to sleep instantly.

Dear Houston,

He’s hurting me. I feel him ripping off my clothes. I can feel him begin to rape me. You see, its rape because I’m kind of unconscious, and I don’t like this one bit. I need you. He’s going to kill me. I can see it.

Jason screwed up my life. The story behind him, is when I was a sophomore, he and I dated. He was a senior at the time. We had sex frequently, and I knew if I kept it up, he’d want more. I broke up with him. Jason didn’t like the idea of losing me. Then, shortly after, I found out I was pregnant. As much as I hate to admit it, I had an abortion. I didn’t tell anyone about it. I regret the decision.

I’m not the type to want saving, but please save me, Houston. Please.