The first time it happened, I was driving to Starbucks after volleyball practice. I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. I felt something press against my lower back. I heard something click into place. It sounded like a gun’s safety turning off. “Hello there princess,” said a voice. Those three words were dripping with venom and something else, lust. Oh God no. Please no. It was Toby’s voice. I whimpered.
“If you do as I say, no one will get hurt.” I grunted in response. He led me into an alley behind the Starbucks. “Look at me,” he ordered. I didn’t want a bullet in my back so I looked at the monster.
“What do you want from me?” I whimpered. He smiled and licked his lips.
“Sweetheart, you know exactly what I want. I plan to get it too.” I knew what was going to happen next. The idiot was going to rape me. Not on my watch. I lashed out with my right foot, hitting him right in the balls. He fell to his knees. I heard a shot ring out. I felt no pain. Good you can’t get out of here if you’re shot, I thought.
I ran out of the alley. I sprinted to my parent’s black minivan and put the car into gear. I sped away. I pulled into the driveway and ran up to my teal room. I threw myself onto my bed and sobbed my eyes and heart out. Why me? What did I do? The little idiot broke my heart, not the other way around. When I think about it now, we dated for a year and never once did we say “I love you” to each other.
Thank goodness. I never did love that beast. I stopped crying. I’m not going to school tomorrow. I just can’t. I won’t be able to focus. Then after that would be volleyball. I can’t and won’t. I need to text Ditty and tell her I won’t make it to practice tomorrow.
To Ditty: I’m really sorry Ditty but I won’t be able to make it to VB practice tomorrow. I’m not feeling well.
Soon as I sent that text my mom knocked on my door. “Mo, can I come in?”
“Yes mom. Come on in.” My mom walked into the room.
“Honey I know this a sensitive subject, but I really think we need to talk about it. For the past few weeks I’ve notice that you seemed really jumpy and antisocial. Is this behavior about Toby?” I sighed. I decided to tell some of the truth, not all, just some.
“Yeah it is. It’s really torn my self-esteem down and he won’t stop texting me begging me to take him back and the whole shebang. Could I get my cell number changed? And also, can I not go to school tomorrow? I’m really not feeling well and I’ve kinda already texted Ditty.”
“I’m so sorry honey. I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you want to talk anymore. Also, time heals a broken heart. I know you’ve heard it before, but it’s true. And yes to both of your questions. You have excellent grades and you can probably lose a day of school.”
“Thank you Mom!” My mom walked out of my room to go make dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs were promised. My phone buzzed the familiar tone of the do-do-do-do of Rue’s Song.
From Ditty: All righty then ill just lose my bestest player on the team then. we hope you feel better.
Leave it to Ditty to say something like that.
Sorry it was so short
