Here's to the Past

Skyline

I want to dedicate this short little story to BlairMichelsen, whom read this and wanted more. So i added a little more, and then I gave up writing entirely. Who knows, maybe I'll give it another shot. 

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We entered the building dressed to the nines. It's a very formal ball. Extremely exclusive, and prestigious. Only the best of the best were invited. I found myself wondering how I made the cut. Wondering why I was here. We walked into the ballroom. Twinkling white lights covered everything. A huge dimly lit chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling that was covered in ornate and intricate golden flowers. Twisting and weaving their ways across the ceiling and down the pillars, seeming to move the way the dancers on the floor did. White and gold marble. How do I fit in? I went to a prom store at the mall to get this ball gown. It was no less pretty than anyone else's but you could see how the quality paled in comparison. I know I don't fit. What would I talk to these people about in this cotton candy colored sparkling gown of bargain value. They'll certainly judge, certainly know I'm not one of their own. I'm not cut from their fabric. I start to walk over to where the balcony is, towards the fresh air I'm in suffocating need of when I'm grabbed roughly by the arm.

"You best behave yourself," She snarled in my ear, "Make nice with one of those boys over there. Their family could do your father a lot of good. Don't mess this up." My mother's tone all but gave away the sheer disappointment my existence provides her, and by making nice with the boys she really means that I shouldn't go corrupting girls and ruining their make up and dresses. I've been known for it at many a party back home, when I was younger, not now. My shoulder length curls bobbed as I walked. They had fallen loose when my mother had yanked me. I walked up to the boys standing on the wall.

"What kind of trouble are you all getting into tonight?" They look up, startled by my approach.

"None that you can get into," replied the taller boy. Brown hair, brown eyed. Standard issue dream boy for the rest of the girls in the room. Feign interest, I remind myself. Mother is watching me.

"I hope you're not implying I can't keep up? I've never had an issue in that department of life." I lied. I can't keep up, but for tonight I'm that confident spoiled rich girl that I normally stay away from. The ability to blend in. He pulls a flask out of his jacket.

"Well. Let's go find a place where you can show me." I glance behind me and see all the jealous stares of the girls in the room. I sigh inwardly. When I look back at him, I can see what he has in mind. He thinks he has seduced me and that this means I am ready and willing. Mother's orders, I them keep in mind. We walk over to the elevators next to where we are standing and I watch. He pushes the button for floor three roughly. Once the doors closed, it was game on. He pushed me against the back elevator wall and instantly he was crushing my mouth with his, and keeping me pinned to the wall, crushed, by his body. I tried not to gag at the contact. I did not move; did not really respond, but he kept going. His hands wandered, but they were interrupted by the ding of arrival. He pulled me from the elevator and I was soon backed against the closest wall. More crushing, wandering hands and now an attempt to undress me. I struggled and fought back. I got a quick breath and said stop. He kept going moving his rough assault from my lips to my neck.

"I said Stop!" I pushed him off me. He was angry. He raised his hand to hit me.

" You heard her, the lady said stop." a sultry voice echoed in the dark room. I didn't miss a moment; I pushed the button to the elevator as quick as possible. I could hear the yelling, but I tried to just focus on the elevator, when the door opened, I frantically pushed the button for the top and pressed the close door button another multitude of times in panic. I let myself breathe while in the elevator. Shooting to the top of the building. I climb the stairs to the roof. It's cold, but that's fine. I've gone cold anyway. It wouldn't be the first or last time I've been in that situation on orders, not if I stayed. I was trapped in my thoughts, under the stars. I walked straight to the ledge. I look down, and then back at the sky line. I can here in my head the conversation with my mom in the limo home. I can feel the bruises before they're even there. Not just the mental marks, the physical ones. I'm so screwed. The tears start to fall. I feel like I've been screaming so loud, and no one has heard. I feel like everything is crowding in on me. It feels tight. It feels endless. I don't see an escape.

"I hope you're not considering jumping". It was that same sultry voice from the room that invades my thoughts. I turn to look, the image before me is stunning. She's standing in a fitted dark blue dress, sparkling from straps to floor. Her hair pulled back loosely, bangs hanging in her face. Her eyes were piercing.

"And if I was?" I know I shouldn't be pushing buttons. I don't even know her, but I can't help it, the attraction was instant. "Are you going to stop me?"

"Damn straight I'm going to stop you." She stood there tempting me. Pushing me. Daring me. So I walk over to her, circling her. Eyeing her. I stop behind her and whisper in her ear.

"I'd like to see you try." She instantly turned and pulled me into her. I was eye level with her, and I knew. She had been watching me. No doubt she had heard my mother. No doubt that she knew. My breath caught. Her hands on my waist.

"Don't tempt me." she said seriously. That touch was electric.

"Maybe I can tempt you in other ways?" I suggested. I know my eye showed mischief.

"Maybe you can." she pulled me closer, and leaned in....Then I woke up.

I thought that after a month of the incident I would stop having brushes with the boy who almost destroyed me, and the girl that saved me in more that one way. I haven't heard from her since. I hopped off my bed and walked straight the bathroom, and stripped of sweat drenched pajamas. I turned on water as hot as I could stand it, and climbed in. The hot water on cold skin felt like being enveloped in a warm embrace that holds you together when you feel like falling apart, and just like that I'm back in my mind. Kisses that were followed by fingers dancing in circles on bare flesh. Down the neck, over the curve of the back. Caresses slowly tracing permanent scars of a person that left a mark of intimacy on me. I snap back when I hear loud banging on the bathroom door.

"Get the fuck out of the shower bitch." My mom's harsh voice cut through sweet whispers of seeing each other again.

"I'm almost done; just let me finish washing my hair." I yell back. I curse under my breath. I need to stop drifting into memories of that night. Especially the good ones. The fact of the matter is that I haven't seen her since the big ball, and I probably won't. I finish rinsing my hair and body of soap, grab a towel, and my dirty clothes before darting straight back to my room to get ready for school. I get dressed. My favorite purple and black plaid shirt, with my favorite black skinny jeans, and flats. I throw my mess of blonde curls into a pony tail, grab my ID, and rush out the door before my mother can make today any harder than it's already going to be. It's the first day of school, at a new school for the third time in almost two years. At least this time, it's the beginning of the school year. Starting in the middle of the year is the worst. I walk the five blocks up hill to school.

The mass of students outside remind me of a beehive. They buzz around each other anxious to get their jobs done and please the queen bees waiting for them at home. Well, at least that's how I feel. The school is decent inside. Row after row of blue lockers line the walls, and beige and yellow paint cover any spaces not invaded by the blue color. I walk the halls till I arrive at the auditorium for orientation. The principal welcomes the students, the dean lets us in on the rules and passes out handbooks and planners, and then finally the four counselors come to tables with letters labeling which student has them by last name.

 "If you all would please line up in front of the table containing the letter of your last name. A through H in the first line, I through L in the second, M through R in the third, and S through Z in the last. Thank You." The principal then goes and gets into a conversation with other members of faculty. I stand in my line waiting to receive my locker assignment and class schedule. This is how I'm going to spend my junior year in high school, hopefully all of it. It'd be nice to be settled. I look over into the line next to me, and there she is. Loose jeans and nice fitting graphic t-shirt. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail, and her eyes, are just as captivating as they were the first time. I turn away before she notices me staring. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought it would be.