Unbreakable

Taken aways

My eyes were still raw and red from crying so much in Mr. Bagans classroom. I had made it safely home, but he was the one to drive me home, it was still lingering in my mind, the horrible nightmare that I had lived for almost 2 hours. I had gotten home around 6 or 7 o'clock at night and immediately went straight to bed, not bothering to comb my hair or get undressed again. This is what happened to the ride home though...

My arms were wrapped securely around myself as he led me towards his car, so he could drive me home. My body was shaking uncontrollably and my breath had no rhythm to it, just like my heart right now. His hand was gently on my back, guiding me towards his car and also playing with the top edge of my shirt, remembering the so called "Joyride". He got out his car keys from his pocket and pressed the unlock button, after hearing that click from the car, he opened the side door and let me get in the passenger seat. I saw him walk around the front of the car and carefully open the driver's door, then getting in. He was about to put the keys into the lock, but he set his arm down and turned his head to look at me.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked me. I was scared he would purposely get us into a car accident if I said the wrong thing. Silently, I turned my head toward him and shook slowly side to side. My hands were shaking violently and I couldn't control them to stop. He looked at them and then placed his hand over mine and they were shaking even more. A sigh escaped his lips. "Do I scare you?" I really didn't know what to think about that. The only thing that made me scared about him was the fact that he took my innocence away without protection. So I could get AIDS the very next day.

I didn't answer his question at all. He repeated it again, "Do I scare you? Tell me now young lady!" His risen voice got me even more scared. I turned my head toward him casually.

"That's just the thing Mr. Bagans. I am a young lady and what you did to me a few minutes ago could get both of our asses in jail" I told him. He hadn't realized that mistake, that one slip-up. That we could both get sent to jail for having a "relationship" when really I was practically forced into doing it. He looked down into his lap then looked back at the steering wheel. His eyes averted towards me.

"You won't tell anyone about this, got it?" he demanded me. I nodded my head and he turned the keys in the car, making it sputter to life and then shifted the gear to reverse, then back to drive and we were off to my house. That was it.

I stretched out from my bed and shuttered from the whip of cold wind that came from pulling off the bed covers. My arms yawned with my mouth and I rubbed my eyelids, smudging my make-up. I was half awake, with my eyes partly closed. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My black hair was tangled as if it was frizzy, my make-up was running down my face like I had been drowning, and my eyes were raw from crying so much.

"God..." I mumbled and turned on the hot water in the sink, splashing it into my face. I grabbed a towel and got all of my make-up off, then grabbed a comb and battled my hair, untangling all of the knots. When I had gotten that done, my cell phone started ringing and so like any normal teen I picked it up and answered it with a nice "Hello?"

"khloe , where are you? School has already began" it was Mr. Bagans. I was scared, how did he get my number? School files. Damn them. I hung up on him and threw my cell phone at my bed, afraid it might ring again. It did. This time I only picked it up and looked at the caller I.D. It said Jordan Bagans 713-790-4575. I didn't answer and it was only then that I realized that I was late for school.

"Oh shit!" I screamed and hurried to my closet, chunking clothes everywhere until I found something decent to wear. I brushed my teeth quickly and applied on my eyeliner, then slipped on my shoes and cascaded down the stairs. I burst open the front door to see Mr. Davis in his car in front of my house. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him. He honked his horn, signaling for me to hurry up, so I just walked to his window as he rolled it down carefully.