Torn To Bits

Chapter 3

Jason Carter. His name was Jason. He was in my chemistry class. Now I know that sounds really cheesy. But it was true. We had science together, and for our chemistry project Mr. Roth had assigned us to be partners. Now I don't know why this is going through my mind right now, but obviously I'm not conscious.

"Evelyn! Evelyn! Can you hear me?"

I moan. Not very attractive. Then I open my eyes. I'm sitting on a bed in Macy's with Jason and Audrey at my side, along with a doctor, who looks like he is just a volunteer.

"Calm down, Evelyn. Please don't speak. But I do need you to sit up, please"

I do as he says, and Jason helps me sit up to. He's amazing. I don't know how I could've missed this.

"Now Evelyn, I want you to say a few words. Just a few. And we're going to see if you can talk well."

"Where is my mom?"

"I called your mom. She's asked Jason to take you home since we drove my car. I'm going to continue shopping and get you tons of things to try on," Audrey says.

"Okay, Evelyn. I think you're good. Jason, you can take her through the back exit. I'll show you where it is."

As Jason helps me up, I feel his strong muscles under his shirt. I feel the urge to be with him forever, but pull away. He probably doesn't even like me, I tell myself, stop being an idiot.

As we walk to the car Jason keeps telling me I'll be okay, that they took the drunk guy to the police station. I shiver. He makes me feel like the most important person in the world. I get into my passenger seat as he gets into his side and pulls out of the parking spot. Then I feel the tears coming. They're hot, coming down my face like a waterfall.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he says,"He's gone, he's not going to bother you again. It's okay."

He strokes my shoulder. Even the slightest touch from him sends shivers down my back. He makes me feel so alive.

"No ones ever grabbed me like that before. They, they scared me so bad. That's happened before, but never like that." I croak.

"Wait, so you're telling me that's happened before," he yells.

"Yes, but not like-"

"No. No. Stop. No one should ever treat you like that-anyone like that. This isn't good, Ev, not good at all," he yells.

He gave me a nickname. He likes me. I think.

"You shouldn't have to go through that. You're, you're too special." He looks at me when he says that last sentence.

We pull into my driveway, and he gets out too. He's staying. He walks me in and introduces himself to my mom. Please don't go, I think.

"Um, do you mind if I just help her up the stairs to her room?"

"Sure," my mom says,"It's the second door to the left. I'll bring up some ice."

He walks me up. Why would he walk me up the stairs if it's my neck that hurts? I decide to drop the question on him.

"Hey," I say. He stops. "Um, why would you walk me up the stairs if my neck is the only thing hurting?"

"Well, I, um, just wanted to make sure I had enough time to do this-"

Then his lips are on mine. I'm hoping this isn't all a dream, but it doesn't feel like it. When we pull away, I feel like my heart is breaking in two. The most unfortunate thing is that my mom is standing right there holding a bag of ice, with her eyes wide open, along with her mouth.

"Oh, um, hi Mrs. Benton. I was just leaving. I'll, um, see you at The 4th of July celebration, Ev."

"See you then."

As he leaves, my moms wide mouth turns to a smile.

"Smack that smile off your face and give me that ice!" I say.

"He's a cutie," she says, and goes back downstairs to work on the dishes.