Forget It

Uncle Todd

I hurried up the stairs hoping my aunt wouldn't catch me and speech me on my "satanic bands."

     I opened my bedroom door and threw my purse on my nightstand. I plopped down on my bed and pressed play on my CD player. Pain by Three Days Grace started playing. My door opened and I sat up immediately. My uncle stood there with a can of beer in his hand. He could drink for days and not have any consequences. He stepped into my room and started pretending to head bang and play guitar along with the music before hitting my CD player to shut it up. He stomped on the CD that fell out and smiled.

''You know, your aunt is worried. She and Tonya went out for tonight. Won't be back till late. I told her I'd fix your little problem,'' he said.

He had probably told my aunt he would talk to me about the music. I knew he was going to try again to make a pass at me. I hated him for doing this. The farthest he ever got was kissing me before I hit him and ran to my aunt knowing he wouldn't try anything there. She wasn't here now. I stood up and tried to scoot past him. He grabbed my waist and shoved me back towards my bed. He sat his beer on my nightstand and sat on the edge of my bed. He pulled me close to him and started kissing my cheek. I tried to push him away but found that a useless attempt. He grabbed my hands and kissed my lips twice before I bit him. He slapped me. ''You stupid little... Ugh.''

I got up and tried to run to my door, but he grabbed my hair and hand. He pulled me onto his lap and let his hands travel up my legs. I stood up and almost made it to my door before he shoved me into my wall. He let his hand travel up my side under my shirt. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. He started trying to take off his belt while his other hand unclipped my bra and felt its way to my breasts.

''Please stop,'' I mumbled. He smiled. I tried shoving him off of me again. He just smiled. I hit him with the only thing I could reach. My Math book. I always hated math, but this made me appreciate it more. He stepped back and grabbed his head. I grabbed my purse because it had my keys in it and ran down the stairs. I fumbled for my keys as I got into my truck. I finally got them and started my truck. I knew it was stupid to drive while crying cause I couldn't see, but I had no choice. I started driving to Asher's house. I felt gross. I tried to clip my bra again as I drove. I slowed down and finally fixed it. I heard a man shout and looked back up to the road. I saw him and was shocked. I stopped. I had almost hit him. I got out of my truck and ran over to him.

''Are you okay?'' I asked him. He nodded and stood up before looking down at me. He had such bright blue eyes, his hair was long and black, he was tall, and he had his lip pierced. He was carrying a box and a backpack.

''Yeah, I'm glad you heard me, are you alright?'' He asked.

''Of course, why do you ask?'' I was worried he knew somehow. I didn't want anyone to know. Ever.

''You're crying,'' he said.

''oh, of course, I'm fine,'' I said. I moved back towards my truck.

''You don't look fine,'' He said.

''I am.''

''Do you always cry when nothing's wrong?''

''No, of course not,'' I said.

''Are you sure you should be driving? I can drive you wherever. I don't have anywhere to be, it's cold and raining, and we don't want you hitting anyone else,'' he said smiling. I nodded. I felt hesitant at first. What if he did something? I really shouldn't be driving. I guessed it would be better if I didn't drive. He walked me to the passenger side and I handed him my keys. ''Where are we going?''

''I can give you directions as we go. We are going to Asher Kindley's house,'' I said leaning against my door.

''Oh, I know Asher. The tall kid with the horses,''he said.

''Yeah,'' I said.

''I know the way,'' he said as he took the truck out of park. I nodded. ''I'm Brayden.''

''I'm Daisy.''

After a few minutes of silence, we pulled into Asher's driveway. I jumped out of the truck before it was in park. I knocked loudly on Asher's door while I shouted his name. I heard him run down the stairs. As soon as I saw him I started crying again. He pulled me to his chest and let me stand there and cry for a minute. He was the only one who knew about my uncle. He waved the boy I had almost hit into the house and walked with me to the couch. He let me lay down with my head on a pillow on his lap. He pulled a blanket over me and I fell asleep crying.