Trapped

Trapped Part 5

Recap from last Chapter:           

               “Let’s try Dylan, he was supposed to go collect Ari’s car keys and cell phone and come back. In fact, he should be here by now, I wonder why he got sidetracked…” I trail off, thinking of all the possibilities. He could run into a beautiful girl, but wouldn’t he stay loyal and true to helping me? I wonder what he would do in that situation. I mean, it’s been so long, he might have changed from the loyal Hispanic boy who always had my back.

                “Just relax. You have me.” His words echo in my head. Was he speaking the truth? Reese dials his number and holds the phone to his ear. After what seems like hours of the dial tone sounding, Dylan doesn’t pick up and it goes straight to his voice mail. Reese was about to hang up but I grab the phone and leave him a message saying, “Dylan, I need your help. You won’t believe this, but Ari somehow locked Reese and I inside the bathroom, and we need someone from the outside to help us. If you get this message, please come to our rescue!” Then I hang up and hang the phone back to Reese disappointedly. I was hoping that Dylan would answer and come to our rescue, I was hoping I could depend on him, but he didn’t answer and he wasn’t’ there for me, and I think that broke my heart more than Jason breaking up with me.

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                Reese saw my hurt face and put an arm around my neck. “Don’t worry, there is still hope! I can call Sean and Devon and Christopher, they're here too!” And Reese did just that, but Sean didn’t pick up, Devon didn’t pick up, and Christopher’s mom picked up saying he was grounded and not at some party.

                I lean against the wall and slide all the way down, putting my face in my hands, all my hopes of getting out long gone. Reese slides down next to me and says, “Well, it could be worse.”

                “How? My sister is out there, intoxicated, with no idea of what she is doing, or who she is doing for that matter, while I’m here stuck in a bathroom trapped and can’t do anything about it. Add to that the fact that Dylan let me down when he said he was there for me, and that all of my old friends didn’t come to our aid. Tell me how on earth this situation could possibly be worse!” I exclaim.

                “Well,” he starts out warily, “you could be trapped in here with the creeper you thought I was, and I could be trapped in here with one of my ex-girlfriends.” He shudders at the thought and it brings a small smile to my lips.

                “How many ex-girlfriends do you have exactly, Mr. Playboy?” I ask in what I hope is a joking tone with no hint of jealousy whatsoever.

                He closes his eyes and sighs, leaning his head against the wall. “Too many to count.”

                “You don’t sound so proud of that,” I notice, gazing at him with curiosity.

                “I’m not. They aren’t even what society considers girlfriends. They’re just girls I meet at parties and hook up with, or girls at my school that I cycle through. I always get a new one every week, use them, and push them away before they get too close. I don’t think I’ve ever even had a real girlfriend.” He laughs at himself. “I’m not proud of that, no.”

                “Then why don’t you stop?”

                “I can’t.” He grits his teeth, his eyes still close.

                “Of course you can! You can always-“

                “No Amy, I mean that I can, but I don’t want to,” he explains softly.

                I stay silent for a moment and try to figure him out. “But if you aren’t proud of it, then why do you want to keep on doing it?”

                He sighs. “It’s going to sound stupid.”

                I laugh. “Reese, I already think you are stupid. You have nothing to lose.”

                He laughs at my comment and opens his eyes to face me. I can’t help but gaze intently into his chocolate brown eyes, butterflies starting to flutter slightly in my stomach as I realize he is telling me something he probably hasn’t told anybody. It reminds me of the boy I once knew, the boy that he still might be. “I guess I just want to get it out of my system.”

                I stare at him, truly puzzled to the core. I try to read his face, and search his eyes for the answer, but all I see is sincerity and a clear conscious. “Get what out of your system?”

                He sighs and says, “In middle school, my dad started cheating on my mom with the maid. My mom was furious and livid, but mostly hurt. She filed for divorce and gained custody over me. I rarely ever saw my dad, but frankly, I didn’t want to. He hurt my mother and I could never forgive him for it.”

                I place my hand on his shoulder. It was all starting to make sense. Why he went from the sweet boy I knew to the arrogant, distant jerk and playboy. It was because of his parents’ divorce. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

                “I didn’t know how. I didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. Nobody knew really, except Dylan, but he only knew that my parents split, not why,” he explains. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and I’m sorry I became a jerk to you. But the truth is, I didn’t want you to hurt me like my dad hurt my mother.”

                “Why were you afraid of me hurting you? You know I would never do anything like that?”

                “I know now, but then I was confused and scared. I liked you a lot, Amy, and I mean a lot. You were always on my mind and I couldn’t wait to see you, and whenever I was close to you my heart would start beating faster and my hands would get sweaty. The thought of you hurting me was devastating. So I distanced myself from you, became a jerk so you couldn’t hurt me. But instead I hurt you. And I’m sorry.”

                I was in shock. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. That’s how he felt about me? I felt the same exact way. He just poured his heart out to me, after all these years, a little late but better than never. “I liked you a lot too. I was so confused when you changed. I started to hate you. I’m sorry I didn’t see through the façade,” I whisper.

                “It’s not your fault,” he whispers back. “I used these girls so they wouldn’t hurt me, so that I was always the one in control. The person who cares the least has the most power in a relationship,” he says, quoting Ghost of Girlfriend’s Past with Matthew McConaughey and Jennifer Garner.

                “But it doesn’t necessarily mean they are the happiest,” I say.

                “Yeah,” he agrees. “Definitely not the happiest.”

                We stay silent for a moment, sinking everything in.

                “Amy?”

                “Yeah?”

                He opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by a banging on the door.