Sweet Dreams

Chapter 7

I slowly approach my house's drive. I walk up the steps and take my key. I open the door and shut it as quietly as I can.

The house was very dark and I had to feel my way to the stairs like an invisable man search. Everyone is probably still asleep. I slowly walk up the stairs and tip toe past Karlee's room. Where I can hear her skyping with her friend. I open the door to my room. The curtains were wide open, letting in the bright moon light. So I went over to shut the drapes. I only had enough strength to kick off my boots before I collapse on the bed. I was so exhausted but My eyes can't seem to close. So I just stare at the ceiling. After what seemed like forever, I turned and faced my alarm clock. 5:04 am. I curled myself into a ball and thought about the horrible things that happened tonight.

My phone vibrated on my endtable. So I reached for it and unlocked it. I got a text. I opened it and read:

I knew you would come around...Blake xx

I threw my phone across the room. Swallowing my scream. I cry hard into my pillow.

** "What are you doing?" I yell. But they don't respond. "Just leave me alone!" I scream at them. But they just kept walking closer and closer. "She's all yours." One of the men gestured over to me. The other man took my arm and dragged me over to a bedroom. He threw me on the bed. "Leave me alone." I tell him. Voice raspy.  He didn't listen and came on top of me. He rips off my shirt. "No!"  He unbuttons my jeans. "Please No!" He goes for my underwear. "Please..." I beg one last time. Tears flowing down my cheeks. But he just continues on and there was noting I can do about it. **

I wake up in tears. I had just witnessed my best friends raping. I watched until the very end. I sit up and sob hard into my knees. Did that really just happen? To Kayla? The thought of it enraged me. I screamed as loud as I can. I stood up and screamed again.

I knocked over my dressser. Letting all the clothes smash to the ground.  I can hear my mom pounding on the door yelling at me (good thing I locked it). Isabella was crying too. But that doesn't stop me, I don't even care. I threw all my papers off my desk and then pushed over my desk. Now mom was trying to kick the door down. "GO AWAY!!" I scream. Tears running endlessly down my face. I chucked my desk lamp at the door whiched crashed and shattered. Making Isabella shirek from the other side of the door. "Jade Leah, you open this door immediately!" My mother hollered. I threw books off my bookshelf  and punched holes in my walls. I destroyed my room. I was so angry. Angry at Blake. Angry at my dreams. I broke everything I saw. And finnaly I tore down down the drapes. The moonlight blinding me. I look behind me at the master piece I created. I hardly noticed that the door has stopped banging.

I walk through the wrekage until I was in the middle of it. I couldn't handle it anymore. I dropped to my knees and sob again. I cried everything away. All I can make out are the faint murmurs of my mother's voice. I stop myself. I'm tierd of crying. Crying is a sign of weakness. I need to be stronger. So I just cross my legs and sit there. Thinking about everything. Not too long later, I heard a click. I look up through my foggy eyes to see my door is unlocked.

The knob turns and the door creaks open. My mom emergaes from the dark hall into my moonlight  room. I see from her hand that she has found the spare key to my room. She looks tierd and stressed out judging from the dark beggs that hang under her eyes.

She looked around whats left of my room. She bit her lip as her eyes moved across my room, taking everything in. Until they landed on me. She walk over and knelt down infront of me. We lock eyes for a moment. They weren't filled with anger like before. But filled with confusion, concern and worry. With shock but even more love. My eyes fill up again and I throw my arms around her. Her arms lock around my back in a comfortable yet tight embrace. I don't cry into her shoulder. But this was our first genuine hug in a long time. I needed her more than ever right now.  She helps me up to my feet and walks me over to my bed. She laid there with me, rubbing my back comfortably.

It reminds me of the night with Logan. I feelt I needed to protect him and ensure him that everything was going to be fine. That he was safe. And now, I actually feel safe tonight falling asleep in my mother's arms.

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