Don't Be Scared

Chapter Four - Picture of 13 year old Paige

Chapter Three recap....

I quickly walked away and into the house. Jaden and Gabriella followed me, but Clark stayed out with Matthew. 

We went to the window and watched them. Clark was talking to him with a really serious face. 

I noticed what he mouthed right before he came in: 'Vanessa is so delicate, I don't want you or any of your dirty boys anywhere near her. She's always a victim. If you're smart, you're going to back off.' 

Then Matthew mouthed, 'It's hard to leave someone you can't stop thinking about.'

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Chapter Four

Vanessa POV

"What did he just say?" Gabriella asked, confused. 

"Something about leaving someone alone..." Jaden said. 

"He's gone. Are you girls okay?" Clark asked. 

"What did you do?" Gabriella asked. 

"I told him to leave." he said. 

"I thought I was going to get raped." Jaden giggled. She was still drunk. 

"It's fine. It's over. Let's go down to the bar and have a couple drinks." I giggled. 

"Your bar?" Clark asked. 

"But of course." I grinned. 

After about an hour of watching videos on apple TV and drinking beer and vodka, we all fell asleep on top of eachother on the couch.

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I woke up with a body nearly on top of mine. I tried to move until I realized I was stuck.  

'Shit Clark really?!' I thought. 

Clark isn't some small lanky guy. He's really muscular and heavy and the only part of my body he wasn't lying on were my boobs and my head.  

"Clark!" I hissed. "Clark!" 

His head bolted up, "What?" he groaned in his sleepy voice. 

"You're completely on top of me." I said. "I can't move."  

He looked at me and moved a little so that I could move out from under him.  

I scrambled away and he fell down and back asleep. I knew I couldn't fall back asleep so I got up. I checked the time on the oven to see 3:47am.  

"Oh shit." I whispered to myself. 

I heard sirens in the distance and shivered at the thought. I hate sirens. Too many bad things have happened to me that include sirens and I hate the sound.  

I went upstairs to my room and opened my lap top. I went on Facebook since I haven't been on for a few weeks.  

"New friend request?" I whispered. "Matthew Miller? No."  

I thought about it for a second then decided to not friend him or decline. I left him as a request.  

I logged out and went onto twitter.  

'Ugh, this shit is boring.' I thought to myself.  

I went back on Facebook and onto Paige's page. I can't believe it's been five years.....