I walked over to the refreshments table and grabbed some food. I had brought my own water because all that was here was alcohol. 1. I am too young for alcohol and 2. I hate alcohol, considering my mom is the way she is because of it. I felt someone come up behind me and kiss my neck. They reeked of alcohol. I spun around and saw Kyle looking up and down my body. "Did anyone tell you how hot you look in that outfit?" he slurred as he crashed his lips onto mine.
"Kyle, please, stop." he pulled me closer as his hands trailed everywhere around my body. "Kyle! Get off me!" I pushed him as hard as I could causing him to stumble backwards.
"Well, someone's a little feisty." he said smirking as he quickly walked towards me. He pinned my arms to the wall behind me and started kissing my neck. I shut my eyes as tears started trailing down my face. Please, God, help me. Just then my arms fell to my sides and I wasn't pinned against the wall anymore. I opened my eyes and saw Cayden on top of Kyle punching him multiple times. As much as I wanted Kyle to be beaten to a pulp, I pulled Cayden off of him.
"He's not worth it, Cayden." he nodded his head and dusted himself off. I saw Ryan in the corner of my eye shocked at everything that was happening. Cayden grabbed onto Ryan's arm on his way out.
"Maybe you should take better care of your girlfriend!" Ryan jerked his arm out of Cayden's grip. "You need to open your eyes and realize what you have!" Cayden said before shoving him and stomping off to another part of the house. I shut my eyes and let everything sink in. My eyes were stinging with tears so I grabbed my bag and ran out of the house.
While I was running towards the door I could hear everyone around me saying 'wow first with Cayden and now Kyle? What a slut.' I cried even more at their awful whispers. I then heard Ryan calling out my name and running towards me.
"Savannah, please, wait. I'm sorry." he gripped my arm and spun me around. "Please, I'll do anything to make it up to you." he said while shaking me slightly.
"Can you please just take me home?" I whispered with my lip trembling. He pulled me in for a hug with his arms around my neck and my arms around his torso. "I just want to go home." I cried into his shirt accidently getting mascara on it.
"Shhh. I know, baby girl, I know." he picked me up bridal style and walked over to his car. He opened the door and put me in the passenger's seat, then ran around to the other side.
We got back to my house at around 11:00. I opened my door and waited for Ryan to come over to my side of the car before going inside the house. He grabbed my hand and we both walked to my front door. I stuck the keys in the hole and opened it up. "Well, maybe I should get going no-" I cut off Ryan by pulling him inside softly.
"Please stay with me." I looked up with pleading, tear stained eyes. He slowly nodded his head and took my hand leading me up my stairs. I took off my fishnet stockings, my dress, and my hat. After I did that I put on an oversized t-shirt and climbed into bed. Ryan took off his Halloween costume and just laid down in his boxer shorts. "Thank you." I said while he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.
"For what?" he whispered in my ear.
"For loving me when no one else would." I told him while turning around to face him. He gave me a sad smile and kissed my forehead. Soon after we both fell asleep.
A month has passed and today was my birthday. November 28th. I was turning 15 years old. My grandma had been talking about throwing me a quinceanera, but my mom told me I didn't deserve to do anything for my birthday. I didn't really want to have a birthday party anyway. Me and Ryan just went out to the movies to see the new Harry Potter movie that just came out. I was so siked. Harry Potter was the best thing ever created. I know, I was a geek...
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The Unwanted Life
Mystery / Thriller"Did you want this life?" I got this question a couple times in my life. And every single time someone would ask me this question, I would simply say yes just to spare them the depressing details of my life. I hated lying, but naturally we wouldn't...