Forgive and Forget

Chapter 4~ The Rules

A/N~ WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DARK AND GRAPHIC (NOT SEXUAL) SCENES.

_________________________________________________________

I walked down the hallway to my locker after last period. I gathered up my things that I needed for my homework and put it in my book bag.

"Hey, Christie!" I turn around and see Sam. "For my house tomorrow, since tomorrow is Friday, you can bring extra clothes, bathing suit because I have a pool, your pajamas or whatever you sleep in, and whatever else you need." She smiles

"Thanks, Sam." I smile back at her. I shut my locker and begin to walk outside while she walks with me. A car pulls up and she starts to walk towards it.

"Would you like me to take you to your house so you don't have to walk?" She asks worriedly.

"No I'm fine." I smile. She hops in the car and shuts the door. As the car drives away I started on my walk home.

"Where are you going?" Says someone behind me. "Did you forget that I wanted to talk to you after school?" I start to shake. I remember now. I remember that she wanted to tell me the "rules"again. Her footsteps get closer to me and my breathing becomes heavy. She grabs me and slams me into the side of the school wall. My heads and back taking in the full blast.

"Rule #1: no back talking." She hits me in the ribs. "Rule #2: no running." She punches my eye. "Rule #3: no telling." She punches me in the stomach. I bend over and hold my stomach. "Rule #4: no fighting back." She kicks me in the shin and I fall down on the cold ground. "And lastly, Rule #5: no friends." She kicks my stomach and stands there just watching me lay there in pain, laughing at me, knowing that i wouldn't fight back. After a while, she finally walks away, still laughing.

I just lay there, cuddled up on the ground, trying not to cry. All of my emotions were building up inside of me and I couldn't take it.

I heard someone's voice. It was Keaton. I found the strength to sit up and I wiped away the tears. I didn't want him or anyone else to see what happens to me almost every single day. I didn't want anyone to know.

I struggled to pick up my backpack, but when I finally had it, I started to walk towards home and pretend like nothing ever happened. I even put on my best fake smile that had been fooling people for years.

"Hey Christie!" Keaton yelled from behind me. "Wait up!" Instead of stopping, I started to walk faster. My eyes brimmed with water and I tried to keep them from falling but a tear escaped my eye, and then another one. I could hear Keaton's footsteps getting closer as he tried to catch up.

"Hey, why didn't you wait for me?" He said while putting his hand on my shoulder, his words falling off at the end as he turned me around to face him, seeing that my face was soaked with tears.

A worried look, I think, showed up on his face. "What happened?" He asked. My head turned to face the ground. "Christie?" I couldn't handle it anymore. I broke down right there in front of him. I kicked and screamed at him to go away, but he didn't. Instead, his arms wrapped around me. He pulled me into a tight hug. His body was warm and muscular. I didn't want to let him go. His sent filled my nose making me doze off.

When I came back to earth, we were in a house. "Where are we?" I asked shaking. Last time I was at a strange house, something terrible happened.

FLASHBACK

"Where are we going?" I asked her.

"We are going to my grandma's house." Lily replied.

She said she wanted to say sorry and take me somewhere special. And me being the dumb person that I am, I agreed.

When we arrived at the house, we just walked in.

"Where's your grandma?" I asked.

"In here." She said. "Follow me." She lead me threw a bunch of hallways until we came to one room. "She's right in there." She said to me.

I opened the door and it was just a closet. When I was about to ask her where her grandma was, it finally clicked. "HEY!" I yelled and she pushed me into the closet and jammed the door shut. I spent about two days in there until the actual lady that lived there found me.

FLASHBACK OVER

"We're in my room." He notices me shaking "What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing." I reply. He probably doesn't even care anyways. He's probably just trying to make me feel better just so that he can be mean to me again and have me be sad and confused even more.

"Christie, please tell me." He looks me in the eyes and he grabs my hand. I feel sparks but I bet he doesn't. He playing with me like I'm a toy. He's playing with my head. Correction, he's playing with my heart.

"I can't." Is all I say. I look at the ground and hope that he doesn't say anything else.

I feel his hand touch my chin and lift it up, taking my graze off the ground and putting it, instead, on his eyes.

His other hand moves from mine and wraps it around my waist pulling me closer to him. I try to look away, but his hand keeps my eyes on his. He pulls me closer, closing any possible space left between us. His eyes flicker from my eyes towards my lips and then back up again. I do the same.

He starts to lean in and I follow. Our lips inches and then centimeters until they were right in front of each other, barely touching. I was nervous and I know he could tell because he looked me strait in the eyes. "I would never do anything to hurt you." He whispered only loud enough for me to hear and then he closed to gap between our lips. I felt a million fireworks. It felt like the sun had just exploded, but it was in a good way. Our lips moved in sync. His lips were warm and soft. I didn't want this to end. I wanted this to go on forever. I wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this. I'd put this day back on replay and keep reliving it. I think I was falling for him.

Oh no. I can't fall for him. What was I doing? I'm supposed to hate him! Not be making out with him!

I, unfortunately, broke the kiss. "This is wrong." I back away "I have to go." Before he can say anything, I run out of his room and out of the house.

A tear falls from my cheek. And then a few more. When I finally reach my house, I swing the door open.

"Where were you?" My grandma yells at me as I walk into the house. "You had me worried sick!"

I sigh "I'm fine grandma and I'm obviously not dead so just chill." I say a little too harsh. But I don't care right now and no I'm obviously not fine.

I run upstairs to my bathroom and turn on the warm water. I needed to unwind and get my mind cleared and back on track again.

After I finish my bath I look at my razor. It taunts me and I finally give in. I take the blade and slide it along my skin, making a new cut. My blood flowed out and brakes the still, calm surface of the water. I make another one. And another. The water has now turned red with blood and I feel light headed. I pull out a wash cloth and press it against my wrist to lighten up the bleeding. I get out and drain the water. After I get dressed and do my homework, I lay on my bed and fall asleep, having dreams of Keaton.