Need You Now (Watty Awards 2014)

Chapter 15

"Who did this to you, Sarah?!! I know your tramatized but i need to beat this guys ass so tell me okay?!" He whispered sharply. Somehow----i have no idea how----i managed to stop crying for a split second and he wiped my eyes with his shirt, handing me my clothes. 

"I don't know what his name was. He was tall, blonde, and had really tan skin and alot of freckles. He had talked to me at the party. He handed me a drink," before i could speak anymore, he started yelling at me, making my head explode in pain. 

"You took the drink from a stranger?!!! Why would you do that, Sarah?!! Are you really that stupid???!!!" He yelled, pacing around the room with his hand in his hair. I fell to the floor because it was as if someone had punched me in the stomach and my head was seriously killing me. How could he say that? I just got rapped and he's telling  me it was my fault??!! Maybe it was my fault. Now that i think about it, it was all my fault. I am just a worthless peice of trash. I am stupid. 

          The tears kept on falling and seeing me in pain, he ran over and helped me up, enveloping me in his arms, stroking my hair. I cried in his chest because its all i've wanted to do all day to be quite honest. I caused him so much pain yesterday morning and now this happened. I can only imagine whats going to happen to me when i get home. "Sarah, I didn't mean it okay? Shhhh i'm so sorry. I'm so sorry i hurt you," he whispered, kissing my forehead. 

"You didn't hurt me, Eddie. I hurt myself." He takes my shoulders and holds me out at arms length, looking me straight in the eye. 

"Never say that. Come here," he said firmly, taking me in his arms again. I wrapped my arms around his waist and we stayed like that, me crying into his chest with him stroking my hair for as long as i can think of. I could stay here forever. 

             Eddie didn't know who the guy was. I wish he did. 

             He took me to the bathroom and turned on the shower for me. 

"Come on, it'll help you feel better. I'll go make you some pancakes okay?"

"With bacon and apple juice?" I asked, still crying. He walked over to where i was standing and kissed me. Not long and passionate and not a peck but enough to bring a warm and safe feeling to my stomach. 

"Anything," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. I pulled away and he walked out of the bathroom, giving me my privacy. 

              I engulfed the feeling of comfort as the hot water fell over my head. I cried many times before stepping out of the shower and putting my clothes on. I can't believe this is happening to me. Actually, i can believe it. My life was a living hell wasn't? But in hell you don't have someone there to hold you as you cry and make you pancakes and bacon and pour you a glass of your favorite juice. I know we are tramatized, but this still cannot happen. Your letting him in, Sarah! He's going to ask why you came to the party and why you got so drunk! He's going to ask too many questions and I know you don't have that many lies in your back pocket. Leave. Get out of here before it's too late. My brain told me as i walked to the kitchen, drying my hair with the soft towel. 

"Feel better?" He asked as he put a plate of four pancakes and at least twenty peices of bacon with a huge glass of apple juice in front of me. 

"Yeah. A little." I barley touched my food and just downed my apple juice. He just looked at me with longingly as i ate my food and it was scaring me. I didn't want him falling for me. He should be running from me. That's what needs to happen. 

"I gotta go," I said quietly, grabbing my bag and heading for the door. I felt the bile rise again but swallowed it. He runs over and turns me around frantically. 

"Sarah, you can't leave. Not when you barley ate anything!" 

"I'll be fine." 

"No, you won't. Look at what just happened here! You need a councelor, Sarah. You need help." At this i was terrified. 

"NO! I don't want help!!! Did i ask for you to help me??! NO! I didn't. So just leave me alone!!!" i said, as tears rose in my eyes. I pulled from his grib and i started breathing heavily, grabbing the doornob. He grabbed my wrist again. 

"You have to let me help you," He said, hoping that i would give in. Well, he was about to get very disappointed. 

"No. Goodbye, Eddie." I snapped, slamming the door in his face. I ran all the way home.