Lunch
"I think tonight is the night," I tell my friend Ryan at the lunch table. Ryan is the school jock, therefore every girl in school wants to date him and every guy in school wants to be him. Ryan is my bestest friend in the entire world and he is super poular and I'll admit SEXY AS FUCK.
"You two are going to have sex tonight? There is no way I will allow that." He states.
"Come on Ryan I still don't get why you hate him so much."
"He's an asshole and you clearly don't know everything about him. So there is no fuckin way I am allowing him to bang you." He shrugs.
"Good thing it's not upto you," I smirk.
"God dammit Lauren. Why can't you just listen to me for once?"
"Cause I'm following my heart on this one and I think that tonight is going to be perfect."
"Are you talking about Will?" Our friend Kevin sits down next to me. Ryan nods.
"Yeah Lauren listen to Ryan. Will is a fuckin dick."
"Why though? Why is he supposedly an asshole?"
"You don't know?" Kevin's jaw drops.
"Dude shut up!" Ryan kicks him under the table.
"He..." Kevin's confession is cut off by the school bell blasting. The two of them quickely run out of the room before they get caught up in that convo.
"He did what?!" i scream after them. "God dammit."
Later
I'm finally ready for my date with Will. My parents are out of town for the weekend for bussiness so I have the whole house ready. I made sure that every room is tidy and I suck at cooking so I ordered in chinese instead. The dining room room is set and I am in my favorite skinny jeans and sweater. At exactly six o'clock, Will shows up at my doorstep with a bouqet of flowers. I open the door with a huge smile on my face.
"Lauren you look beautiful tonight," he kisses my cheek and hands me the flowers. There is something off about him tonight.
"Thank you," I close the door behind him and lead him into the kitchen where i put the flowers in a vase. We sit down at the table and immediately start eating.
"So how was your day?" he asks after filling his plate with lomane and sesame chicken.
"It was fine. Ryan was being such an asshole though."
"Ryan? Dammit Lauren i told you to stay away from him. He's not good for you." He slams his fist into the table.
"Will what has gotten into you?" That's when I notice the ink under his sleeve.
"Is that a TATTOO?" My jaw drops to the floor. "You got a TATTOO?"
"Yeah isn't it sweet?" He rolls up his sleeve to reveal a black and white tattoo of a dagger.
"Are you fucking kidding me? A dagger? What the hell were you thinking?"
"Dammit Lauren!" he slams his fist into the table again. "Why do you have to be so fuckin difficult?"
"Are you using?" He finally relaxes and starts eating again. "Holy shit Will! I thought we got past this whole drug thing! What are you using? Coke? Heroin? God dammit Will ANSWER ME!"
He looks up from his plate and stares at me. There is such hate and anger in his eyes it scares me. He lifts up his hand and slaps it across my face. A feeling of pain and horror flashes though my body. I slide out my chair and run for my cell phone on the couch. Will starts chasing after me and almost catches me before I run into the bathroom and lock the door. I don't know what to do.
"Open the fucking door you little bitch! Im going to teach you a lesson!" He screams through the door. In the mirror, I can already see the bruise forming on my cheek. I unlock my phone and dial Ryan's number.
"Ryan?" I manage to get out through sobs.
"Lauren? What's the matter?"
"I'm so scared," I whisper into the phone as I curl up into a ball in the corner of the bathroom.
"Lauren? What are you scared of? Did Will do something? Is he pressuring you into sex?"
"He... he... he hit me," I whisper.
"I'm on my way" He states then hangs up. I diall 911 just in case something gets really out of hand.
"911. What is the nature of your emergency?"
"My boyfriend wont stop hitting me I think he's on drugs."
"Okay Miss where are you?"
"41 Fernando Dr."
"The police are on their way."
Suddenly Will throws his shoulder into the door one more time and it comes crashing down on me.
"Get up." He orders. I do as told and follow him into the living room. "I need some more."
"Need more what? Will please just talk to me!" I beg. He thrusts his hand onto the other side of my face which sends me falling back wards. "Please stop hitting me. I'll do whatever you want." Instead of stopping, he kicks me in the heart so hard. I'm gettting dizzy and breathing is incredibly hard.
"Meth you dumb bitch. I need more Meth. Get up now." I quickly stand up. "But first, I'm going to have you." He rips open my sweater to reveal my bare stomach and black bra. He thrusts his cold hard lips onto mine and pushes me over the arm of the couch onto it. He climbs over and pins me down.
"Please stop!" I beg through kisses. He just grips my wrists tighter which makes me cry in pain. He begins getting more aggressive and starts unbottoning my pants. "Stop!" I try to push him off. Before I know it, I am trapped underneath him in just my bra and underwear.
"Police open up!" a male voice yells from outside the door.
"You called the cops? You whore!" He punches my face so hard so I scream out in pain. The cops burst through the door with all guns pointed at Will. Two men run to him and immediately clasp the handcuffs around his wrists. My nose is gushing blood like crazy and I am curled up in a ball.
"Its okay, I'm a police officer. Let me help you." A man kneels down in front of my face. I keep pushing him away in terror.
"Lauren!" I hear Ryan yelling. He comes sprinting into the house but is ristricted by two cops holding him back.
"Please, let me help her!" He yells.
The cop in front of me signals to the two guys to let him go. Ryan comes running to me and picks me up. He carries me out to an ambulance and climbs in with me.
"Stay with me Lauren, stay with me." He whispers, while holding my hands tightly. The EMTs start poking me with needles and everything blacks out.
Sometime Later
My eyes open and a shock of pain rushes through my body. I look around to see Im in a hospital room. The room is all white with a very cold and eerie feeling. Ryan is in a set by the door and has his hands in his hair with his head in between his legs.
"Ryan?" I whisper.
"Lauren? You're awake? Doctor! Doctor!" He starts screaming down the hallway.
"Ryan? Why are you yelling? Where am I?" He comes and kneels down next to my bed and holds my hands.
"Lauren, you've been in a coma for two months now."
