The Butterfly Project (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 13

It was finally our 4 day weekend in October and it felt great not having to go to school and what kicked this weekend off was it was me and Drew only, I know in the beginning it seemed like we were going really fast but not really anymore. We made out a lot and I do stay at his house most of the time but its okay. Dad is going away on Monday for 2 weeks on a business trip so I am going to spend a few days home, but right now no one is home, Mason went to his girlfriend’s parent’s camp near the North Bay, and dad went to go visit mom. I stayed at Drew’s and we decided to go to Drew’s camp on the lake and we took Toby.  I know it sounds crazy to go to the lake in November but in Virginia Beach it’s like summer all year round.  It was surprisingly really hot when we got to the lake, I mean I know its south from where we live but it was hot. I decided to pack no other pants but shorts, when I put on my pair before we left I noticed most of my scars have cleared up, and then I thought about how I haven’t cut since before the hospital. I guess whenever I’m with Drew I don’t feel the urge to.

            “Babe, can I ask you a question?” I asked.

            “Anything.”

            “Why don’t you ever hang out with any of your friends besides me?”

            “I don’t want to, I mean I’ll get to see some of my old buds this weekend but I don’t like to. I have my co-workers to keep me entertained and then I get you all to myself.” He smiled at me.

            “I love you.” I smiled back.

            “I love you too.” The rest of the car ride was silent. I wondered why he said he never went out with friends and such but if it didn’t bother him I wouldn’t let it bother me. Then my mind roamed off to his family, I know he’s adopted and he has a biological sister and an adoptive brother but that’s all I know. He never talks about either of them, he knows so much about me and I know so little about him. The only personal thing I know is his birthday July 15th. Maybe things will get more personal over time.

            I guess my thoughts passed time because the next time I looked up we were at camp. We loaded Toby out and our bag for the weekend. We decided to head out towards night time so we could just relax tonight and then let the fun begin tomorrow. We both settled down on the couch with a can of soda and just relaxed.

            “Why have you been so quiet?” He asked.

            “Just thinking really.”

            “What about?”

            “You.”

            “What about me?”

            “Everything, I don’t know a lot about you.”

            “Well what do you want to know?”

            “Everything, but I mean like I really don’t know much about you or your past, I mean you know quite a bit about me but.”

            “Alright, what if we play like 20 questions or something? Make it interesting?”

            “Okay, you go first.” I said.

            “What’s your middle name?”

            “Michelle after my mom, what’s your middle name?”

            “Jacob, do you want to get more personal as we go along?”

            “Yes, what is your sisters’ name?”

            “Elizabeth, why don’t you talk much about your family?”

            “I don’t have a great history, why did you stop eating?”

            “I had a really horrible summer with a few horrible incidents, have you ever had sex?”

            “Yes, have you?

            “I did once, who with?

            “Once my previous girlfriend when I was 16. Did you like it?”

            “No, why do you never talk about your brother?”

            “He’s in prison…” He looked down and started playing with his hands.

            “Do you want to talk about it?” I looked at him and pushed closer to him.

            “He just made a bad choice at a party over the summer.”

            “What happened?”

            “I don’t really want to talk about that now.” He looked up at me, “Come on let’s keep going. Why didn’t you like it?”

            “It just wasn’t good, what thoughts do you have about me?” I was totally lying I didn’t want to tell him I was raped.

            “I think you are absolutely perfect and adorable and beautiful, and you are the love of my life. What do you think about me?”

            “I think you are my world, I hate leaving your side and you are perfect and handsome and adorable, and hot and an amazing kisser, even on my neck.” I winked and smiled, “Do you want to go lay on the bed?”

            “Indeed I do, do you want to continue this in bed or do you want me to kiss you?” He winked already knowing that answer and before I could get up he picked me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me down and got over top of me with his arms as his support. He kissed me for a minute and then we changed positions I sat up and wrapped my legs around his back and he kept his legs crooked one on each side of me. I wrapped my hands around his head and played with the back of his hair and continued kissing him. He started gnawing at my bottom lip which meant he wanted an entrance and I willingly let him. We made out for a while, I put one of my hands on his chest and I could feel his heart beating faster and faster. I got a little excited and I could tell he was too but unfortunately I had to stop for some air.

            “Why are you so amazing?” He looked at me.

            “Why are you?” I smiled.

            “I am because you are.” We both lay down and got under the blanket after realizing how late it was actually getting. I felt like we were camping because we could hear the fire snapping and people laughing and even some people going night swimming.

            “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but how bad is the thing your brother did?”

            “Well, he went to a birthday party last summer and he got really drunk and on his way back to my house, he raped a girl in the park…” I stopped and then I got up and ran to the bathroom with tears flowing down my eyes. I sat on the bathroom floor and desperately wanted to run a blade clean through my thigh but I didn’t have any with me.

            “Baby? What’s wrong?” He came running into the bathroom after me and sat behind me while I cried into my hands and rested them on my legs. He asked repeatedly what was wrong and I didn’t answer. Finally he turned my around and lifted my head.

            “What’s wrong?”

            “I can’t believe that was your brother…” I said under my breath.

            “That he raped a girl?”

            “That girl…”

            “That girl?”

            “That girl was me…”

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Short, but eventfull, right?